Alita.
I was panting heavily, tired and worn out; I could barely stand, yet sitting was not an option. I had to keep on fighting. For a moment, I wanted to give up, but then what? I had a million and one reason to keep me standing.
I had to do it; I had to receive the title, to receive the acknowledgement and to be rightfully listed as a royal warrior.
Who would have thought that being a royal warrior would be so hard? It was just the second day of the second contest session, and I could barely fight. How was I going to persevere for the next two days?
' We can't give up, Alita. We have to fight. For us, for our gone pup and our future.' Anya, my wolf encouraged, her words working like magic, releasing the energy fluid that I was missing in my systems.
A deep and dangerous growl fi
