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whom she snatched up by the scruffs. She fitted the two in the crooks of her arms while apologizing to Freya. “They’re going to be hell to tame when puberty hits. I just know it.”
Thinking back to the time when she was young and her mother had easily done so with her “fear of the goddess,” Freya did know what it took to enforce the suppression of feral behavior. “Show fur again. Show fangs in class, and you won’t have to worry about the damn humans getting you ’cause I will tan the fur right off your fucking ass,” Geraldine had once told her after an unfortunate incident in grade school. Freya still shuddered when she thought of that moment. “And you have two of them. Don’t think I could handle twins.”
“You’re a warrior-wolf. You wouldn’t be if you couldn’t handle some stress, although with cubs you come to appreciate a really good sparring match.”
Caught by Melissa’s response, Freya tensed. While she did have the muscular look of a beast, Melissa’s tone had insinuated that she knew who and what Freya was. “How do you know?”
Melissa placed her cubs upon the bed and commanded them to stay put before addressing Freya. “You were at a competition, an MCL fight I was in, a long time ago. I recognized you the moment I heard we would be sharing a room.”
“Oh.” Freya relaxed, irritated by her own suspicions. MCL stood for Mixed Combat League, a professional fighting organization created by wealthy supernaturals. Not only were there mixed fighting styles but various races present at the matches. Freya had received a few offers to join and participate, but the idea of bells and pauses didn’t suit her.
“You were there to retrieve a mark from the crowd. Good thing. My match happened before you jerked that guy out of his chair and started pummeling him. Everyone’s eyes were on you instead of the ring.”
Freya nodded as she recalled the bear shifter wanted for the rape of a wolf. She had tried to tear him in two. It hadn’t been easy, and several of the patrons sitting next to him in the fighting arena had suffered bruises, but in the end, she collected her mark. It was funny, she thought as she looked at Melissa. She had been worried about the other women at the retreat recognizing her from the pageant from the moment she entered the lobby.
Refusing to dwell on how funny many of them, including Melissa, might have thought her predicament was, Freya started off to the hallway that led to the bathroom. Sure enough in the double closet that framed the hallway, gowns were hung. “So, you were a warrior-wolf?” Freya asked.
“No,” Melissa replied. “I still am.”
Freya stood before the closet, staring at the maxidresses and gowns, which looked to be her size. The Sohons really did think of fucking everything.
Chapter Five
Serving as a bodyguard or bounty hunter was not the only game in town when it came to satisfying the feral urges of weres. From the exclusive gyms to the more extreme prize-fighting competitions, there was always some way for a werewolf to step away from civilization, bare fang and claw, and return to the basics. While Freya had never competed for the pleasure of spectators and a prize purse, she certainly held nothing against Melissa for doing so.
She had planned on showering, then napping, but Freya barely had time to splash water on her face by the time she and Melissa finished discussing everything from warm-up routines to their worst battles.
While the cubs fed and then slept, Melissa recounted a battle she had participated in against a much larger female who may or may not have possessed a bit of bear in her lineage. Even as she spoke of dislocated jaws and missing flesh torn from her back and legs, the gleam of bloodlust in her eyes spoke to Freya.
Freya told her stories as well, relating the battle with a crazed Luna that had nearly ended her career. Sharing with Melissa how that incident had been somewhat responsible for putting her in the
Thinking back to the time when she was young and her mother had easily done so with her “fear of the goddess,” Freya did know what it took to enforce the suppression of feral behavior. “Show fur again. Show fangs in class, and you won’t have to worry about the damn humans getting you ’cause I will tan the fur right off your fucking ass,” Geraldine had once told her after an unfortunate incident in grade school. Freya still shuddered when she thought of that moment. “And you have two of them. Don’t think I could handle twins.”
“You’re a warrior-wolf. You wouldn’t be if you couldn’t handle some stress, although with cubs you come to appreciate a really good sparring match.”
Caught by Melissa’s response, Freya tensed. While she did have the muscular look of a beast, Melissa’s tone had insinuated that she knew who and what Freya was. “How do you know?”
Melissa placed her cubs upon the bed and commanded them to stay put before addressing Freya. “You were at a competition, an MCL fight I was in, a long time ago. I recognized you the moment I heard we would be sharing a room.”
“Oh.” Freya relaxed, irritated by her own suspicions. MCL stood for Mixed Combat League, a professional fighting organization created by wealthy supernaturals. Not only were there mixed fighting styles but various races present at the matches. Freya had received a few offers to join and participate, but the idea of bells and pauses didn’t suit her.
“You were there to retrieve a mark from the crowd. Good thing. My match happened before you jerked that guy out of his chair and started pummeling him. Everyone’s eyes were on you instead of the ring.”
Freya nodded as she recalled the bear shifter wanted for the rape of a wolf. She had tried to tear him in two. It hadn’t been easy, and several of the patrons sitting next to him in the fighting arena had suffered bruises, but in the end, she collected her mark. It was funny, she thought as she looked at Melissa. She had been worried about the other women at the retreat recognizing her from the pageant from the moment she entered the lobby.
Refusing to dwell on how funny many of them, including Melissa, might have thought her predicament was, Freya started off to the hallway that led to the bathroom. Sure enough in the double closet that framed the hallway, gowns were hung. “So, you were a warrior-wolf?” Freya asked.
“No,” Melissa replied. “I still am.”
Freya stood before the closet, staring at the maxidresses and gowns, which looked to be her size. The Sohons really did think of fucking everything.
Chapter Five
Serving as a bodyguard or bounty hunter was not the only game in town when it came to satisfying the feral urges of weres. From the exclusive gyms to the more extreme prize-fighting competitions, there was always some way for a werewolf to step away from civilization, bare fang and claw, and return to the basics. While Freya had never competed for the pleasure of spectators and a prize purse, she certainly held nothing against Melissa for doing so.
She had planned on showering, then napping, but Freya barely had time to splash water on her face by the time she and Melissa finished discussing everything from warm-up routines to their worst battles.
While the cubs fed and then slept, Melissa recounted a battle she had participated in against a much larger female who may or may not have possessed a bit of bear in her lineage. Even as she spoke of dislocated jaws and missing flesh torn from her back and legs, the gleam of bloodlust in her eyes spoke to Freya.
Freya told her stories as well, relating the battle with a crazed Luna that had nearly ended her career. Sharing with Melissa how that incident had been somewhat responsible for putting her in the
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