Chapter 7
306 Words
Coles p.o.v.
The years just fly by and I'm finally 16 in the Blood Moon pack. I'm the best female fighter and have the greatest pleasure seeing that I can bet the Beta, Dominic Atwood, in combat of both wolf and human forms. I still do my fights and go home to basically get beaten half to death by father when he is drunk. He started the day after my first shift and has not stopped since. I have some theories as to why but nothing confirmed. To show that you really belong in the pack every 16 year old has to participate in a fight to the death. Usually they fight against rouges and traitors.
"Don't let your ass get beat or I will kill you. You hear me, girl." he yelled, "Don't be a disappointment!"
"I do not plan on losing this fight." I state.
At midnight, I walk to the cage that I have fought in many times before and won each time. No-one knows who their opponent is but we know the level that we can fight and we get to pick the level. Levels range from 1 being the easiest to 9 being the hardest. No one has ever done level 9 and I intend to do it.
"And now for the fight of the night" the announcer states, " In the right conner is Cole. Now Cole, its time to choose a level."
"I choose level 9." I say proudly. The emotion in the crowd is a mix of surprise and wonder.
"Are you sure that you want to do that?"
"Positive"
"Well then bring out Grant." the announcer shouts.
I've never seen Grant but i have heard stories about him. He is all muscles, 6'2, bold, and a black curly mustache. 'Oh s**t' I thought.
"Let the fight begin."
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