Wolf #1: The Pack [COMPLETED]

Chapter 34

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Warning: Themes of violence and death.

Chapter 34

"I was hoping we'd fight today."

I turn to my opponent, George, and stiffen. It's one of the Palus Wolves from Washington—the one who had dragged me from my car and beaten the snot out of me. His teeth only show more as he realizes that I recognize him.

"You've gotten a bit braver since we last met," He begins to circle me, even though the bell hasn't gone off, "Let's hope you don't need any Alphas saving you this time."

"Wait—"

He launches himself towards me, and I dive to the side. Shouts come from the Alphas but it's futile. I dodge his foot as it comes down where my head had been. I roll to my knees and swat away his next attack.

"The bell hasn't gone!" Alpha Kieran hollers as his Wolf's foot makes contact with my chest. "This is against the rules!"

"Amelia!" Jace rushes forward but is held back by his Palus counterpart. I don't get much of a glimpse of their fight breaking out before George lifts me up.

I'm thrown to the ground and George's body slams into mine before I can recover. We scuffle in the mud. When my breath returns to me, I yell as we continue to struggle. His hands are wrapping around my throat but slippery from sweat and mud. I slip from his grasp and stumble back, hand to my chest.

Blood pumps through my veins. I feel like all the heat escapes my body and gathers in the pit of my stomach. I'm about to be sick.

"Wait—"

He only laughs and slaps the side of my head. My ear rings loudly and I cringe. George circles me again, like a rabid beast. I follow his movements warily, tense and ready to jump out of the way again.

But when George comes at me again, it feels like time slows down. Just like in Washington, my body acts on pure instinct and I step out of his way the last minute. I evade his fists again and again and see his opening. He lifts his leg up to kick me in the side. He's too slow. I wrap my fingers around his foot and stop him. We are both panting loudly, staring at one another.

The Wolf inside me snarls viciously, sending tremors throughout my limbs. The Palus Alpha is coming into the ring, screaming and ordering us to stop. I stare at him blankly, unable to hear him past Iphigenia's rage and cries for blood. His presence means nothing to me.

Mira starts to stand up once she reads my body, "Amelia—don't."

Her presence means nothing to me either.

George flinches as my grip on his ankle tightened, and I growl lowly, "Screw the rules."

"Wait!"

I wrench his foot and force it to bend in an angle that makes him scream. He jumps back, putting considerably more weight on his other foot. It doesn't take him long to recover, but I'm already coming at him.

My fist connects with his gut, choosing the softest part of him. I don't have the strength to take him head-on like Natalia. He tries to grab me, but I duck down and grab his wrist. I throw him over my shoulder and down to the ground.

Tremors ripple across my skin.

Iphigenia pants and whines in encouragement as I kick him in the gut. Over and over again, just like he and his friends had in Washington. Dark, oozing violence possesses me, and I mute out his pleas to stop.