The pain

The pain
Yes I was untamed.

It was going to be nice, defeating the well known strongest male wolf after years.

Torren laughed, a deep, mocking sound that echoed through the pit. "Brave words for someone about to be crushed. Let's see if your bite is as sharp as your bark, rogue."

The crowd roared louder, feeding off his confidence, but I kept my gaze steady. My body thrummed with adrenaline, my wolf stirring just beneath the surface.

The rules of the pit were unspoken yet well understood: survival by any means necessary. Torren would come at me with everything he had, and I'd have to match him, claw for claw, fang for fang.

Torren lunged without warning, his massive frame moving with surprising speed. I darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the swipe of his claws. He recovered quickly, spinning to face me, his eyes gleaming with a predator's hunger.

"You can't run forever," he taunted, advancing again.

"Who said I was running?" I countered, feinting to the left before slashing at his side with my claws. They tore through fabric and grazed flesh, drawing blood.

Torren growled, the sound primal and furious. "You'll regret that."

He charged, his fists swinging in brutal arcs. I dodged and countered, my movements more agile, more deliberate. But he was relentless, each strike testing my defenses, wearing me down.

The crowd’s cheers blurred into a chaotic hum as I focused solely on the fight. My wolf clawed at the edges of my control, begging to be unleashed.

Not yet, I told her. We need to be smart. Wait for the right moment.

Torren caught me with a glancing blow, sending me stumbling back. Pain radiated through my ribs, but I gritted my teeth and stood my ground.

"Is that all you've got?" I snarled, wiping blood from my lip.

Torren smirked, circling me like a predator sizing up its prey. "You're feisty. I'll give you that. But you're out of your league, rogue."

I let him think that. Let him believe I was tiring, that the fight was tipping in his favor.

But my pulse spiked in alarm as he appeared in front of me to rip out my throat. His leg whipped around the air and almost touched my head but I moved away just in time. It was about defending rather than trying to get myself killed. There was a thin moment where Torren was vulnerable, preparing for his next strike but before he could even touch me, I thrust my wicked, filthy claws into his stomach, and drew blood out of him, forcing an instinctual growl of pain out of him.

I used my other hand to grab his neck and then shoved my claws into his fragile skin at the back of his head. A muffled groan escaped his mouth with the pain I put him into.

Coming closer, I whispered, "You're going to lose, dont bother fighting me , end this before you get yourself killed." It was a simple warning that I hoped he'd get.

From the corner of my eyes, I looked over at Kade who surveyed us silently, he didn't look thrilled as he was before this all got started.

Torren's rasping breath made it's way to my ears and I looked down at him, he was bowing to me with pain. "Get your filthy claws off me and then I will tell you who's going to get killed,"

He wrapped his hand around my wrist and slowly pushed me away. I tried to fight against his strength but he seemed to me more stronger now and it confused me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my eyes quirking with curiosity.

"I'm shifting, bitch. Let's see what you'll do," He threw me on the ground and then shifted into a werewolf.

My heartbeat increased as I watched him shift into a monster. The bone-cracking and the splitting of the skin terrified me. I wasn't ready to fight against a wolf. His fur appeared and his face morphed into a monstrous wolf. He lunged on the air and landed above me, I was still on the ground, trying to swallow the surprise of him shifting into a wolf.

That wasn't a part of the agreement. I didn't want to shift.

The problem was, it took hell a lot of time to heal from anything that a werewolf did. Any injury that Torren would give me would take a week to properly heal, with or without medicine-it would hurt like a bitch.

And just as I expected, he slashed his savage, six-inch claws into my chest, almost ripping my heart out.

Sharp pain laced through me and I let out a loud, terrifying scream. Blur spots appeared in front of my eyes, it felt like my whole body was on fire and needles were being punctured into me in an endless rhythm. I grabbed whatever was beside me. Grass. Mud. I lifted and turned around, pressing my stomach against the ground and moving my hands away from my chest.

I bought my palm towards my face and I saw it covered with blood-a lot of it-my own fucking blood. I tasted it in my mouth as well, getting ready to spurt out.

Motherfucker.

The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth as I spat it out, struggling to push myself off the ground. My wolf howled inside me, enraged and begging for release. The searing pain in my chest threatened to consume me, but I couldn't let it. Not now. Not when survival was the only option.

Torren circled me, his massive wolf form towering and menacing, his glowing eyes full of savage triumph.

I forced myself to my knees ready to fight him again but my vision so hazy.