THE ROGUE LUNA

Stop, drop, and roll.

In our society, Werewolves are old fashioned.  The females are not allowed to train in most packs. They are expected to cook, clean, and make babies never questioning male authority. So, if a male ever challenged a female in the past, she was expected to submit. Erra, Nicki, Octavia,  Nicole, and I all HATE that standered. We strive to prove all the sexist beliefs among fellow wolves that that is not all we are good for. That we deserve more than that. We don't have an issue with she-wolves that choose that for themselves, but it is not fair when they have no knowledge that there is a choice.  That you could be a warrior,  or a doctor, or a trainer,or a scout. So, when this guy decided to challenge me, I knew I had to accept.  It's too bad, though, to waste valuable wolf blood.

I turn to Erra, who has walked up to my left, and nod once. She knows what I have to do. It is critical that we establish authority and routine in these first few months, or all shit will hit the fan. I look back at the guy and say in my newly established Alpha female voice, "I Alpha Katriana of RogueMoon pack, Accept your challenge. Since the challenge was issued by you, I get to pick the place, time, and form, yes? Okay then." He has a shocked expression from not only the fact im accepting but I also know the rules of which a challenge can be issued. "Since you are apparently speechless, We will fight in both forms. Right over there in the Arena," i point to our  open arena which is pretty much a giant clearing of dirt, with a TON of bleachers around it in the forest next to the party area  "and we will fight in an hour, when you are sober enough to remember your name, because you can't really call yourself dirtbag for the rest of the night now can you?" I laugh

Harrold then says, "The contestants can't see each other until the time of the duel. The party is over. Team, go get him ready so he doesn't die immediately. Sierra goes with Kat." We all nod, and  the party disperses as the rest of the team minus Erra goes to get that scum ready.

Once we get to the teams house, which is like a torture room but with our gear in lockers. The team couldn't take the scum here if they wanted to. We sealed it that we wouldn't take anyone without a team consensus in here but us. In a blood pact. With a witches help, of course. We have a mediocre witch who is half wolf working in the infirmary.  Witches are far and few, so we're lucky she is here. We offered her a spot on the team, but she said she preferred to stay working as a doctor and not field work.  I put on my suit, which was my black leather pants, which, if you were wondering, are made of a special material that stretches but functions as leather. They are very comfortable, my thin black tank top, my moccasin like black shoes, which are baisicly a tight fabric like a thin black sock, exept, our witch, Natalia (who we call Nat) put an enchantment on them so they cant be pierced or sliced, my white fingerless gloves,  and then put my hair into a poney tail. I did some quick stretches, and by the time I was done with all of that, it was time to head to the arena. As we walked over, Erra looked at me and smirked, then said

"He has no idea what he's getting into, does he? Well, they have to learn to respect you somehow. And not just fear, I mean, actually respect you. I know I do. Also, we have a new mission in two days. No details right now, but I wanted to let you know not to let out all of your....aggressive..pasion..out tonight and to save some of that aggression for the mission. Alright. Are you ready to kick some sexist-male-ego ass?"

I grin and say, "YES! NOW LETS HURRY UP BIOTCH!" She laughs, and soon we stand at the arena gate.