Ella
Truly the game has just begun.
Maddox’s open wounds close up, stitching themselves back together. Even from here I can see every small little detail. He snarls, blaring his lazer sharp teeth and Malik’s beast. In this form he is taller and I am guessing he is passed seven feet. His head is shaped like a wolf. He growls loudly and the whole place shakes. Everyone whimpers and bare their necks to him including Maddox who stops and leaves his neck open to him. The sound is overpowering, I can feel the heaviness of it. It weighs heavily on my shoulder yet I stand my ground. I catch the attention of a few as the members resume to their position.
The training continues and Maddox charges at Malik he gets a hold of his leg biting into the tough tendons of his thigh. I feel Malik's pain
