Her ears were ringing as she pushed herself back up with her weak arms. Her muscles trembled and her arms gave out, her face smacking into the dirt again. She looked up as Gen stood over her, almost gloating, but also there was a slight bit of concern in her eyes before it was gone just as fast.
Gen grabbed the collar of Alana's shirt and dragged her through the dirt and back to the middle of the circle. "Get up," she spat.
Alana felt so much rage that she felt like throwing up. Her wolf was so close to being in control, it physically hurt to keep her at bay. Luckily, she tapped into her wolf's strength and made her way to her feet, staggering a bit at first, but then balancing herself.
Alana got back into her fighting position and flinched when Gen laughed at her. Like, a genuine heart
