Ravaged Wolf

Chapter 13

My opponent fixates his beady brown eyes on me, I feign to the left as he lunges for me again but I turn right at the last minute only I'm not fast enough. My legs are swept from under me and I land with my back on the damp ground, feeling grass blades tickle my back.

He lifts his rock like fist up and I roll away before he has the chance of embedding his fist into my face. What was Micah thinking, making me fight this guy?

Remembering his advice to aim for the stomach and throat because of my lack of height, I bring my fists up and ready myself.

I let him hit first, grabbing his thick wrist and flicking it out of the way before bringing my fist to his abdomen. A huff escapes him and I smile slightly at the small victory.

Bringing my leg up to kick him, my thigh is grabbed and I'm unable to use my lower body. My wolf instincts kick in, noticing how she was enjoying this to the extreme; I grab my opponent by the hair and bring his nose down to my knee with his help of having hold of my thigh.

"Nice." I hear Micah murmur.

My opponent instantly lets go of me on a grunt as he clutches his bleeding nose and I take the opportunity to land blows in his mid section with my fists. I feel my wolf seeping close to the surface of almost making me shift and I use the energy against my now blooded mess of an opponent on the floor.

I instantly stop, my mind racing back to the last time I had seen a gory scene.

"I'm done." I say, blinking a couple of times.

"Done? Is that what you'll say when you can't stand the sight of blood in front of you when you're fighting an actual enemy?" Micah frowns at me.

"I can't... it's too soon." I explain on a shudder.

Suddenly, I feel guilty for involving myself in harming my pack members, knowing that my parents would heavily disapprove. But they weren't here anymore, the rogues who killed them made sure of that and Micah made sure that they would breathe another breath again. Yet knowing that those rogues had been put down for their actions, spurred me to continue. There is probably another pack or family being broken up because some other rogues would want to mindlessly attack and cause havoc.

I had to learn how to defend myself.

"You can go, Mike." Micah says to my opponent who was coughing up blood.

He nods to before turning to leave and I watch, making sure that he doesn't collapse from blood loss.

"He's okay Cassandra. I didn't think he'd take losing to a five foot four she wolf with so much pride." He muses to himself on a low murmur.

I let out a small smile and narrow my gaze on the house in the distance.

"I'll race you home." I nudge Micah and he raises his eyebrows.

He shoots off and I quickly follow behind him.

"Cheat!" I shout.

I lengthen my strides until I'm right beside Micah, his hair blowing through the wind and my pony tail coming loose.

"You're getting fast, Omega." Micah smirks as he open the front door for me.

"It's expected when I'm being pushed to the limits." I say as I pour us both a large glass of water.

"You don't need to wake up early tomorrow." He states after taking a large gulp of water, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down.

"We're not training tomorrow?" I ask.

"Not on your birthday." Micah looks at me perplexed as if I'd grown an extra head.

I raise my brows in surprise; he'd remembered my birthday.