Human Luna: Marked by Two Alphas

11.

"You are so quick to celebrate." Her eyes glowed, with a strength I didn't know she had in her. Taking advantage of my fists that were holding hers, she pushed my upper body to the ground and my lower body followed.

My head hit the ground first, followed by my shoulders, sand and dust raised where my body misplaced it.

Cheers rang in my ears, and when I opened my eyes, I had a brief sight of the full moon which was covered by Gracie hovering over me. Her knees went on both sides of me, straddling me, and before I got any chance to react, the first punch came. My jaw felt like it had been misplaced from the pain. And the next punch came, then the next, until I started to lose count. I tried to use my arms as a shield, which was futile and only resulted in more hits.

After what felt like eternity, I slowly felt the weight off of me.

My entire body hurt, and my head throbbed with pain.

The cheers from the crowd worsened my pain.

My eyes slowly opened. And standing in triumph as she continued to get cheered by the crowd was Gracie.

My chest felt tight as a weird, overwhelming feeling surged inside of me.

Was it the fact that my dad died, that I lost my husband, that I was sentenced to life in prison and managed to escape, only to find myself in this horrible place and being betrayed by someone I was starting to consider a friend betrayed.

And I finally recognized that feeling as anger.

My whole life turned to hell in a short amount of time, which was so unfair. What did I ever do to deserve this?

Like a dam being opened after decades, anger surged inside me and it overflowed.

Anger fueled a rush of adrenaline inside me, and with strength I didn't know was left in me, I got up.

That kind of anger, I had to direct it as someone.

My head felt light. My body swayed, yet I stood. Everything was a blur, and the person I tried to focus on appeared two. Or was it three?

Seeing that I got up, the crowd went silent, and before my opponent could turn and face me, I pulled a move that was as old as time, not written in any book or taught in any fight schools, but was known to all women.

I grabbed a fist of her hair and yanked it backwards. The resulting scream that came out of her was so satisfying, and it was all the motivation I needed, so I mustered whatever strength left inside my body and yanked again.

"Stop! Let me go!" Gracie screamed and thrashed as she tried to release herself from my grip, which only made her situation worse.

Any moment from now and her hair would start to come off. The thought of that. The satisfaction of her screams, and increasing cheer from the crowd, released the mad person I didn't know lived inside of me, and I pulled at her hair again, watching her go down to her knees in pain.

I yanked her hair again, wanting to watch the defeat on her face, but instead, her screams went quiet, and I was met with a smirk.

"I am going to kill you, you b***h! "

Before I could process what was going on, she let out a growl, and my eyes widened at the sight of her canines.

Her eyes became dark, and hair started to sprout from all over her body.

Her limbs twisted and turned, now fully covered in hair, and I watched in utter horror, as the person in front of me, turned into a wolf.

I let go of her fur, and stepped back. My body trembled in fear as the brown wolf stared at me with dark eyes which exuded malice. Its mouth gnashed and growled, saliva dripping from its side.

All the strength and surge of adrenaline that I thought I had, suddenly, it was all gone, my feet froze in fear. My heart raced and beat as if it would burst out of my chest, and suddenly it felt like all the air was gone, leaving me with nothing to breathe.

Slowly, like the prey that I was, the wolf started to approach me with slow steps. It was like she already knew it. That it was over for me and there was nothing more I could do except submit to my fate, which appeared to be nothing less than a painful death.

I started to step back, and away from the wolf, but even that felt useless. Just when I thought it couldn't be any worse for me, I tripped on a stone and landed on my butt. At this point, I had given up and lost all the will to live.

From where it stood, I watched as the wolf, which was once Gracie, let out a loud growl. Her fangs bared, and her muscles tensed, her hind legs lowered just for a second before it sprang up, ready to pounce on me.

Instinctively, my head turned to the side. Shutting my eyes close and using my arm to shield myself, I waited for my death.

I waited for Gracie to land on me and snap my neck. Only that it never came.

One second, two seconds, three seconds. I heard a c***k, like bone snapping, followed by silence. Was I dead already? Why didn't I feel any pain?

Or did Gracie decide to spare me at the last moment? Did she never intend to kill me and was only going to scare me?

My hand dropped by my side and I slowly opened my eyes, turning my head to face the direction Gracie was coming from.

My entire world seemed to stand still as I stared at what was in front of me.

A muscular man, about 6"5 tall stood over me, and with one arm, effortlessly held the dead, limp body of a wolf that was once Gracie.

Dread washed over me. Was this another opponent? As if she was a piece of clothing, the man flung her body away, and it landed a good distance away with a thud.

Slowly, the man turned to face me.

My entire body froze, looking at the face of the handsome man as he whispered the word.

"Mate."