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spotlights that bathed the ring in an unearthly orange glow.
“At least give them a show, you big ugly fuck.”
I slowed, just enough for the bigger man to get my measure. I could have ended it then and there, but the crowd didn’t come to see a main event that lasted a minute. They wanted to see two gladiators slug it out. They wanted a bloody epic and, like it or not, the survival of my pack was at stake. Happy crowds spent money. Happy crowds gambled. Happy crowds came back and brought their friends with them.
Deek must have thought I’d gotten sloppy as he took a wild swing that connected with the side of my head. Even rolling with the punch, the blow made my ears ring. I brought a hand to my forehead and it came away tacky with blood. Another cut. Another scar for the collection. The things I do for my pack.
The crowd gasped. The crowd cheered. The crowd shrieked. I didn’t care about them, though. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she worried about me or could she tell I was just putting on a show? I was looking forward to having her explore my scars. Tracing them with a finger as her champion lay beside her soft warm— WHAM. A second punch caught me off guard and sent me crashing to the mat.
That hurt. Dammit . What the hell was wrong with me?
I’d win. We’d fuck. And tomorrow she’d be gone and I’d be nothing more than a memory. A benchmark that all her future lovers would fail to live up to. And yeah, she was soft and ripe and I wanted her. But she wasn’t kin and she wasn’t people. She was a dog in denial of her true nature. I guess that had a certain appeal, but it wasn’t anything to get sloppy about.
Deek’s uninjured leg swung at my chest with rib-cracking force, but even though I was distracted, he was far too slow. I pulled my arms up to protect my chest and took the brunt of the impact on my wrists. Fuck . Get it together.
I felt my calm slip. The animal inside me was chomping at the bit, begging me to be released and, just for a second, I gave in. I lashed out with inhuman speed and as I relaxed my grip on humanity, there was a glimpse of something else. Something not quite human and not quite animal. A glimpse of gray fur and claws as I raked my hand across the back of Deek’s leg.
Before anyone knew what had happened, I was back in control again. Fur became skin, claws became nails. The animal was back in its cage.
“... The fuck?”
The look of surprise on Deek’s face made me feel a little better about my carelessness. It was my party trick. Very few people had that level of control over their transformation. Certainly no one Deek had fought before. For most shifters the change was like an unstoppable tsunami.
I wasn’t most shifters.
The crowd, predictably, loved it. They were on their feet howling for more. Although both cuts, my forehead and Deek’s shin, were shallow, they were bleeding and the crowd couldn’t get enough of it.
For a moment I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. A flash of shame. I was an alpha. I was physical perfection. The living embodiment of man and beast and here I was performing tricks to earn enough crumbs to feed my pack.
Even though no one could hear it, I felt the growl in the back of my throat.
Fuck them. Fuck all of them. Fuck that girl in the crowd for thinking she was better than us. For choosing to live with them instead. And most of all, fuck Deek for being big and ugly and slow.
I crouched on the mat as I allowed the strength to flood into me. My legs felt as if they were on fire as I launched myself upwards like a missile. We locked eyes for a split second before I lowered my head. I’d pay for this. But a lump on my head would fade. Deek, on the other hand, was about to get a whole lot uglier.
My forehead smashed into his face with sickening force. The cartilage of his nose crumpled like the bonnet of a car and I could feel shard of teeth embedding themselves in my skin. We both fell to the floor in a sweaty
“At least give them a show, you big ugly fuck.”
I slowed, just enough for the bigger man to get my measure. I could have ended it then and there, but the crowd didn’t come to see a main event that lasted a minute. They wanted to see two gladiators slug it out. They wanted a bloody epic and, like it or not, the survival of my pack was at stake. Happy crowds spent money. Happy crowds gambled. Happy crowds came back and brought their friends with them.
Deek must have thought I’d gotten sloppy as he took a wild swing that connected with the side of my head. Even rolling with the punch, the blow made my ears ring. I brought a hand to my forehead and it came away tacky with blood. Another cut. Another scar for the collection. The things I do for my pack.
The crowd gasped. The crowd cheered. The crowd shrieked. I didn’t care about them, though. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she worried about me or could she tell I was just putting on a show? I was looking forward to having her explore my scars. Tracing them with a finger as her champion lay beside her soft warm— WHAM. A second punch caught me off guard and sent me crashing to the mat.
That hurt. Dammit . What the hell was wrong with me?
I’d win. We’d fuck. And tomorrow she’d be gone and I’d be nothing more than a memory. A benchmark that all her future lovers would fail to live up to. And yeah, she was soft and ripe and I wanted her. But she wasn’t kin and she wasn’t people. She was a dog in denial of her true nature. I guess that had a certain appeal, but it wasn’t anything to get sloppy about.
Deek’s uninjured leg swung at my chest with rib-cracking force, but even though I was distracted, he was far too slow. I pulled my arms up to protect my chest and took the brunt of the impact on my wrists. Fuck . Get it together.
I felt my calm slip. The animal inside me was chomping at the bit, begging me to be released and, just for a second, I gave in. I lashed out with inhuman speed and as I relaxed my grip on humanity, there was a glimpse of something else. Something not quite human and not quite animal. A glimpse of gray fur and claws as I raked my hand across the back of Deek’s leg.
Before anyone knew what had happened, I was back in control again. Fur became skin, claws became nails. The animal was back in its cage.
“... The fuck?”
The look of surprise on Deek’s face made me feel a little better about my carelessness. It was my party trick. Very few people had that level of control over their transformation. Certainly no one Deek had fought before. For most shifters the change was like an unstoppable tsunami.
I wasn’t most shifters.
The crowd, predictably, loved it. They were on their feet howling for more. Although both cuts, my forehead and Deek’s shin, were shallow, they were bleeding and the crowd couldn’t get enough of it.
For a moment I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. A flash of shame. I was an alpha. I was physical perfection. The living embodiment of man and beast and here I was performing tricks to earn enough crumbs to feed my pack.
Even though no one could hear it, I felt the growl in the back of my throat.
Fuck them. Fuck all of them. Fuck that girl in the crowd for thinking she was better than us. For choosing to live with them instead. And most of all, fuck Deek for being big and ugly and slow.
I crouched on the mat as I allowed the strength to flood into me. My legs felt as if they were on fire as I launched myself upwards like a missile. We locked eyes for a split second before I lowered my head. I’d pay for this. But a lump on my head would fade. Deek, on the other hand, was about to get a whole lot uglier.
My forehead smashed into his face with sickening force. The cartilage of his nose crumpled like the bonnet of a car and I could feel shard of teeth embedding themselves in my skin. We both fell to the floor in a sweaty
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