Tough Luck (Re-Writing)

Chapter 11: Who are you?

Shifting wasn't as painful as I feared, though I'm still not used to the feel of my wolf form.

I stretch out my whole body, a relaxed feeling coming over me.

Let's run! my wolf yips.

Doing as she says, I take off, shooting forward as fast as I can. A cool wind blows through my fur; I smell everything around me. I also feel all my wounds heal, the ache now gone.

This is amazing.

I run to the lake, inching in a few feet. I don't remember this being so bad, I think to myself.

You know what sounds good? she asks. Street fighting. We can take them now that we're all better!

I grin. Time to show some people not to mess with me.

I've won at least three fights in fifteen minutes.

"And the winner is Rave!" That's all I've heard tonight. The crowd seems to have forgotten about my last fight's incident, adrenaline coursing through theirs and my veins.

"Now, Rave, I've heard a new fighter is coming in the next few nights. They say he's the best of the best, that no one can stop him. What do you think?" the host asks me. The crowd cheers in excitement.

"Hun, I've been fighting for years and I'm already the best of the best!" I chuckle, "besides, that's what all outside fighters say before they come and fight me." Everyone murmurs in agreement.

"But Rave, they say this guy fights with weapons. You aren't used to that."

"That's what street fighting is for, right? Weapons are all included in the job. I'm not afraid. I will be here when this guy shows up, and I WILL beat him." The whole building shakes with cheering. My grin widens; the same grin that's been on my face since I shifted. Is there anything that can get my mood down?

"And I'm sure everyone standing in this crowd will be here too, screaming your name as usual."

Leaving, I go to my locker and throw a loose gray shirt over my sports bra, grab my bag, and take my challenger home. On the way, I think of everything that's been happening.

We'll get through this. It just a little hard right now, my wolf tries to assure me.

I suppose, I sigh to myself.

As what I'm going to do with Reed, I have no idea. I know it's wrong to reject your mate, but what choices do I have? I would be putting his life at risk, my life at risk... Even Mel and Libby's lives!

You can't be alone forever, she moans. I mentally roll my eyes. You can always accept him as your mate now and save yourself from the pain.