× Dixie ×
Denise, the massive girl from earlier, steps forward, cracking her knuckles. She looks like she’s been waiting for this moment.
My heart pounds, but I keep my expression neutral. No way I’m letting them see me sweat.
The werewolves form a loose circle around us, creating a makeshift ring. Ryder gives a nod, and Denise comes at me. I barely dodge her first swing, rolling to the side. The crowd jeers, but I tune them out, focusing on my opponent.
Denise is strong, no doubt about it, but she’s also slow. I find that quite confusing that a werewolf is slow. She is fat though; her fatigue could be the reason for her slowness. I thank whatever god may exist in this world for this opportunity to not be eaten alive without making an attempt.
I use her slowness to my advantage, slid
