Our Wolves Within

2.

A fantastic crew will once again represent the Dark Moon. "Enjoy the evening!" he exclaimed.

He received the torch from Beta Jackson, and we all applauded when the burning was starting. With music blasting from the speakers, the celebration got underway.

Seven led the way to the side where Jane and Trevor were having s*x. She ignored me even when I cleared my throat.

Would you like some of my booze, Jane? I asked in a gentle manner.

Jane did not even try her luck, I suppose, being a few months younger than I was.

She fluttered her eyelashes at me, evidently thinking those had been the magic words, so I gave it to her.

She handed it back after taking another taste and asking, "How did you acquire this?"

"Dustin, who will not be present, wanted to know who the main event was. Not to add that I am only a few hours away from becoming eighteen in any case."

Jane gave Trevor a thorough explanation of the Main Event when he inquired about it. It was a human-form match, one on one. Weakly authorised were firearms and partial or total shifting. It went on like this until someone gave up or passed out.

She then showed him the winning picture on her phone.

photo from last year's match, in which I was standing over Jerry's bloody, tapped-out body. Twenty minutes passed during the match. I had a shattered rib, bruises all over, and I was bleeding too. I was still ecstatic at the turnout, though.

"This year, Seb is my opponent. You really ought to join me in celebrating my win. I tempted him, "Dad's grilling his amazing steaks and ribs."

His almost drooling expression was sufficient proof.

He could cook, and no one could say no. Not even Satan was able to.

"I will be present. He slyly remarked, "I will even bring you a victory gift."

Seven scowled, "Everyone's simply underestimating me."

"Come on, champion, let us go dance before you ruin my gait."

I poured the last of my drink and gave my glass to Jane, then I went to the dance floor with him. It was the ideal beat to lose yourself in, with a thundering bass.

He had his arms wrapped around my waist and mine around his neck. I was great friends with Seven and we never had any romantic relationship. He was Jane but in a more manly way. It would be extremely unusual if we were to mate tomorrow. A small part of me was aware that he was not my soul match.

Someone is ideal partner would be seven. He was extremely devoted to the people who mattered to him. He would not even hesitate to abandon everything if a friend called him in the middle of the night to seek for assistance.

Together with everyone, we had a great time laughing, celebrating, and enjoying the night. In the end, Jane and Trevor left, but I could not hold them responsible.

When I got home that night, I worried a lot about the upcoming year while staring up at the moon. I just felt like there was something ominous, but there was no pattern or logic.

"Happy birthday, B." Seven bonded as the clock struck midnight, saying, "Have good dreams, and we will see you in the morning."

"Many thanks, Seb. Likewise, sweet dreams to you.

After zipping up my duffle bag and grabbing my suit, I made my way to the door. Without my coffee, it was still too early in the morning. It would be my only means of survival throughout the day.

I could not get her out of my brain last night, so I struggled to fall asleep. While our pack was having a celebration, I secretly watched her for much of the night.

Louisa Fullilove exuded intelligence, confidence, and beauty. Although she was a little younger than I was, it made absolutely no difference.

She could dance, and the clothing she wore accentuated her curves beautifully. Her body moved in a hypnotic way as it flexed and rolled to the music. As I saw her dance with this dude, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be in his position and how jealous I was that he was the one wrapping his arms around her.

Though I did not want to make a big deal out of it, I wanted to ask Louisa to dance. I wanted it to be a private matter where nosy bastards could not get involved if I were to approach her.

"I thought you might be in need of some coffee," Jackson remarked, passing it along.

"You are my favourite brother because of this." It was liquid ecstasy, so I took a huge gulp.

My sixteen-year-old brother Dillon gave me a hard whack on the head. My younger sister, who started her first shift last week, and I have two brothers.

I informed him, "You are lucky that my coffee did not spill."

Everyone was aware enough to avoid interfering with my coffee. I would go to war over it and not feel the slightest bit of regret for it. Everybody has a vice in life, and mine was coffee since it was so great.

My family was very supportive and tight. It was Dillon's first time going to the games with us. For our pack, the selection procedure was stringent. Everyone had to compete fiercely to secure a slot. This time, there were ninety-seven people participating.

"My wolf Zen declared that this year would be the best one yet.

This year, they were throwing us a whole new curveball, so I hummed in agreement. Every group with age fluctuations would likewise have their wolves engaged in combat. This would be a fun addition to the tournament because wolves were much more fierce in their fights.

Zen was a terrible creature. He was a big wolf, chocolate brown, with eyes the colour of midnight silver. My father's wolf, an Alpha wolf known for his ruthlessness in combat, served as his trainer. He contributed to Zen's increased fighting strength. My father's wolf was the only one to have ever prevailed over him.

Veronica stopped me as everyone was heading out the door.