Fighting (To Be Yours)

Chapter 8

The waves of humans parted for my bike, knowing full well I had no problems with running them over. Well, my bike would be dented at the most. I pulled into th section that the victors had reservd for themselves and waited for Filly to get off before I did. I had a few whistles and cat calls, totally ironice seeing as I was a wolf, because my skirt rode up a little. I smirked and walked towards the crowd of boys, spotting MAson in the midst.

"Hey boys." I said silkily, letting my eyes run them over before landing on Mason. He looked close to bursting from holding in all his laughter.

"Hey yourself Rosa." One male said, his arms beefy and his blond hair resting on his forehead. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes rested on the ampunt of bare skin that was shown due to my crop top. I smiled, showing off all my teeth and moved closer to him.

"I heard you guys calling me from my bike, anything y'all wanted?" I asked sugary sweet, my eyes leaving him for he briefest moment to look at the others.

"We wanted you baby doll, and your little friend over there too." Filly had already gone inside but I heard laughter resonate through out my head. As if, she said saucily and I smirked internally.

"Oh no no no, you guys could never handle me. I'm too...wild. But you," I said, eyeing blondie with a predatory smile "you can definetly handle something." I moved closer to him and placed a hand on his arm, blocking whatever vision that would've been shown to me, and moving closer to him.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm." I tightened my grip on his arm and pushed him down onto his knees, I moved so my face was close to his and I could see every inch of pain in his eyes.

"Too bad it's not me. Spread the word. Any of you males fuck with me I will not hesitate to hit where the sun don't shine. Feel me?" I asked lethally... but with a smile. He whimpered and I let go, looking to all the horrified faces.

"See ya boys." I said, wiggling my fingers and swaying my hips as I walked away. IT felt nice to be a girl.

My eyes scanned the crowd, she chewed on the pickle cjips that I'd snagged from Cara's plate. I waited for the sign that my body would be used today, waited for one skin to stand up and go to the makeshift stage.

"Would you just relax." Jesse said, throwing a carrot at my face, smacked it away easily enough then went back to my, chewing and scanning.

"Seriously, Luna, you need to eat more than just a few pickle chips. You might go wolf in class." Libby said, her eyes watching me with wide eyes. I rolled my eyes, but kept sucking on my pickle. The acidity bought me to a different place, a place where, in my dreams, I could enjoy pickles daily without worrying about being a pawn in a war.

"YOU'RE NOT EVEN BLOODY LISTENING TO ME!" Anna screeched, making my eyes cross into each other. I looked up at her, not surprised to see her hair pin straight and red. I had no clue how she did it, seeing as her mother and fathers' hair was nothing but curly; hell I had a hard time managubg ti get it straight in the shower under the influence of water.

"I totally was." I said half mindedly, stairing at her long red strands, they were so similar to mine in color but obviously not in texture. Where mine was a mane, hers was a mop.

"Oh yeah? Then what'd I say?" She challenged, crossing her arms as a brow rose and her blue eyes sparkled in humor.

"You said I'm the best victor, and shifter, ever. To that, all I have to say is you're abso-spanking-lutely right. I am pretty awesome."

I watched with absolute glee as her normally pale face turned bright red with anger and she clenched her fists. I couldn't see her future, I couldn't touch her fate lines because she was in direct relation with Ander. So when she graced me with her presence, I knew I'd either have a really really fun time or I'd want to positively bite her fucking head off. But really, with Anna, what difference did either emotion make? She opened her mouth to respond to me when music started and awareness filled her eyes. Mine widened and I gasped, standing up quickly. I had forgotten that the troupe, the one that I started, was supposed to dance today. I thanked every God I knew, and liked of course, that I had worn a resemblance to the outfit I'd told them to wear. Jesse threw me a stressed look and I knew he'd forgotten that his guys and my girls were supposed to collaborate. We stood up quickly and blended into the crowd that surrounded the dancers as they began to dance to Slight Work by Wale. I geared my body, ready to join in when it was my turn then looked for Ander. He was born to match me, therefore the music called to him too.