Beth, The Werewolf Hunter
We were both tired with the back and forth. We went back and forth throwing punches everywhere we could, until he finally missed a punch to my face. I dodged it right on time, which gave me the opening I needed to land one right in the kisser. Jake lost his balance and took a step back to find it again. This was all I needed. I dropped down and swung my leg out, causing him to trip. I was on him in a second and just started to punch and slam my fists down on him as hard as I could. I felt like a barbarian, but it was either him or me and I made it very clear that I am making it out of this fight alive. I didn't stop. I just kept going. And when Jake stopped fighting back, I still kept going. All I see at this point is red. I am so angry. 'He caused this, this pain, this anger. He took
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