Vicky's POV
"Today our morning activity will finish most of you off, and probably have the Grrr Games end early." Yay! It's getting so bring in here.
"So like always, everyone come and place your weapons onto the table in the center." Everyone walks over and places their weapons on the table except for me. It's been a while since I have gotten in his nerves.
"Really Vicky? We are gonna do this again."
"We will keep doing this until you get it right."
"Okay fine whatever, Vicky, come and place your weapons in the table please." I walk up to the table and do as told.
"Thank you. Now, as you should remember from before, I am training you to become good pack warriors. We have done 2 challenges in human form, and 1 challenge in wolf form. Time to do another wolf one."
"Here is how it's going to work. I am going to pair you off with another partner and you are going to fight. You either fight to the death, or fight until one of you surrenders." What fun! Note the sarcasm.
"We probably won't have any surrenders, or at least I'm hoping, because werewolves, do not surrender. So if you surrender, be prepared to get shit on by your other tributes." Ha! I am not a wimp, if anyone is its gonna be my opponent, hehe.
"Okay, to determine your partners everyone will move onto the silver squares that have the numbers one through ten on them." I look down at the number that has magically appeared on my circle and its number 13. Dammit, I have to move.
I look to the circle on my left and see the number 14. Gotta move right.
I walk about 6 circles away and stand on number 7.
The circles fill up and we all get ready to hear our partners.
"Your partners will be the person on the opposite side. For example, 10 and 1, 9 and 2, etc." so I'm with number 4, huh?
I look down the line and the nerdy guy, Nolan, is on the 4th one. I can't believe he even lasted this long. This is gonna be quick and easy.
He looks down and his eyes meet mine. They go wide and he sucks in a deep breath. Haha, see ya later!
"Partner up!"
I walk over to him and give his a devious smile.
"Well, if it isn't Nolan. I think this is gonna be so much fun, don't ya think?"
"Su-su-sure." He stutters.
"Okay, here's the deal. I think we both know that you are too much of a wimp to last much longer, so let me put you out of your misery. Once and for all."
He looks down at his feet and nods. I feel kinda bad for him. He has a family too, and they were probably counting on him to.
The sorta nice part of me wants to take pity on him but the other devious half says to just end it. I'll probably end it fast then whoever would if he was pared with someone else, like Brittany.
"Okay people, let's begin. Just move onto a part into the clearing. Begin when ur ready, and don't forget to shift."
I nod my head over to the side and he follows me over that.
"K, let's shift." I shift into my midnight black wolf and he shifts into a light brown wolf.
"Easy and simple." I say into his mind. He sorta nods so I walk over and sink my teeth into his throat. I chomp down tightly and ten jerk my head out.
He falls with a noise and I open my mouth. Gross.
I childishly spit and rub my tongue with my paws to try and get his blood out of my mouth. Not really working.
I look around and see that most groups are still fighting. I position my eyes on two dark brown wolves. They are aggressively fighting back and forth.
The larger of the two pins down the smaller one and is about to make a move when he suddenly gets off of the wolf.
"Looks like someone has surrendered." I look and see that everyone is done and the ones that are still alive are watching them.
"Okay, that's all we have to do this morning so please, get out of my clearing." We all shift back and walk away. But before everyone leaves we all get a glimpse of who the wimp is, and my eyes go wide at who it is.
Taylor.
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The Grrr Games
WerewolfThe werewolf council has created a new tradition among the packs, The Grr Games. Two people from the top 11 packs have to fight for 5 days. Whoever survives, is free to go. Whoever doesn't, well, their already dead. The tributes are split into two...