VIKTOR.
She really, really wasn’t kidding when she said her wolf was huge.
At the very same height as me, with power rolling off those muscles, she might actually stand a chance against me.
Okay.
Maybe this would be fun.
Lisa then walks into the middle of the field, taking her position between us as she addresses the crowd and us.
“Okay, listen up!” she starts. “This is a friendly match. It ends when the other opponent taps out or in this case, yields. No drawing of blood. No kill move. Are we clear?”
I make a movement with my head while Rowan wags her tail in agreement.
“Okay, then. Let the match begin!”
Before I can even blink, I see Rowan’s wolf charging at me, the ground trembling with the force of her paws.
I get out of the way a split second before she runs into me.
Whirling around, I see her wolf skid to a stop, gathering dust before turning back to me.
This time, when she charges, I meet her head on.
We collide into a mess of limbs, snarling at each other as we try to get a firm hold on each other. Well, more like she tries to get a firm hold on me and I try to evade her.
Teeths and claws flash around for a while before we separate.
We begin circling each other, searching for a weakness, an opening for us to exploit.
She is good, I will give her that.
It makes me curious.
Was she a warrior from the pack or was it something she learnt as a rogue.
It would be foolishly of any Alpha to send away such an asset, with her strength and all.
Maybe it was jealousy.
Her size rivals that of many alphas I know, maybe, whoever her Alpha was, was threatened by her.
It would make sense.
Most of them are pathetic.
I must have slipped up while thinking becia3 the next thing I know, my hind leg is almost taken off by a sharp, fast claw.
I jump out of the way just to avoid it and I can see her wolf hugging in amusement.
She is enjoying this.
This time, I don’t to wait for her to make a move, in one move, I turn around while leaping at her. She maneuvers her body to receive me with enough force that has me feeling like I hit a walk before shoving me back.
A thrill of excitement flashes through me at the challenge and excitement in her eyes.
Finally, a worthy opponent.
When was the last time I had a fight I actually enjoyed? One where I didn’t necessarily have to hold back?
She really is my equal, in more ways than one.
We continue our lethal dance for what feels like hours. Deep gouges and skid marks appear in several places on the ground, the dust never settles as we continue to move and the reducing sunlight has no effect on our desire to make the other submit.
It is exhilarating.
On and on, we continue to slam into each other, digging our claws into the other hard enough to cause pain but not deep enough to spill blood.
I get the feeling, neither of us wants this sale to end any time soon.
During one of our separations, I notice that the crowd has increased from just one side of the field to a full blown circle, with some sitting on blankets, with snacks like it was a picnic.
All of them, their eyes fixed on us.
I also notice Alden at the corner of the field, his face is a normal expressionless mask as he follows my movement, not giving away anything.
Him, I wouldn’t mind hurting.
What is his deal anyway?
Does he like Rowan? Is that it-
“Watch out!” my wolf screams in my head just before I am headbutted in the face.
The force sends me flying back, picking dust as I lose momentum and try to get to my feet only for her wolf to pounce on me, claws digging into my fur and finally getting that firm hold that she has desperately been after.
I try to struggle out of her hold but she has me down good and tight and then to make matters worse, she leans over me and grips my neck with her teeth, applying enough force to keep. me still, else I break skin.
She begins growling at me, demanding that I yield to her.
I won’t lie, I chafe at it.
I have never yielded to anyone, not even when I was trading as a pup. Not even to my father.
The fact that she got the better of me, a rogue for that matter makes my pride rush out causing me to still try and struggle.
But one forceful paw slammed into my chest and a more guttural growl has me subdued once again.
With a resigned huff, I yield.
Relaxing my body and bowing my head in submission signals my acceptance of defeat and a roaring cheer rips through the field.
Pleasure and pride miles in the atmosphere as they celebrate their leader’s success.
She, on the other hand, releases my neck before stepping off me.
She gives me a grunt of appreciation as she looks into my eyes.
I on the other hand get lost in her wolf eyes.
It is a beautiful amber, almost topaz in color, something one can get lost in without fuss.
I am vaguely aware of how close she keeps getting and I feel no sense of danger from her still content in just watching her eyes.
She licks me.
She licks my face.
That is basically the equivalent of a kiss as a human.
She herself looks completely stunned as she realizes what she had just done before she turns tail and runs, vanishing from the field in a matter of seconds.
A deep pool of pleasure spreads over me at the action.
Maybe it wasn’t all a loss.