Esme.
When he saw my moves, he panicked. His attacks lost the focus, the battle discipline. He slashed his sword to the ground, and red dust rose, blinding eyes, and stealing focus.
He used that moment to attack, while my eyes could hardly see, when his chances of an easy and quick kill were alarmingly high, so high that I sensed the tension that materialised in the arena, from my mates, and Alpha Cain.
Murmurs filled with fear cut through the air, and I could feel it, the hope that my people, my pack had on ne was withering. The thought of failing them, the fear of losing, it all came crashing on me like a tidal wave, and for a brief moment, I lost my focus!
F*ck! That was so wrong. You don't get distracted in the battlefield. My Mom would have fainted in anger if she were to see
