The Rouge and the Reject

Bury Your Head

Manitoba Territory
Arya.

A thick cloud of dust and dirt circled me as I fell to the ground. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I struggled to breathe; Inhaling the dirt particles that floated around me. Blood gushed out of my nostrils from the swift punch Jeremy had sent my way. Sweat seeped from my every pore as I laid on the ground gasping for air like a fish out of water. Every bone in my body was telling me to lay down and give up, just let them win. My entire body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to agree with my tired limbs and stay there in the dirt, but a voice in my head kept urging me to get up.

"Get up, get the fuck up!" Mark sneered kicking my side. His voice sounded like he was a mile away "What your just gonna give up? How fucking pathetic are you? You're just gonna let him fucking win? Let him kill you and everyone you love? You're a fuckin' disgrace." He continued to snarl at me. Adrenaline pumped through me as I struggled to move my limbs into an upright position, but my arms gave way and I fell back into the dirt. I heard a disgusted scoff from above me as I laid on the ground in defeat.

"I fucking knew it, you're weak. Too weak to be a Luna, too weak to even be a real she wolf." Jeremy grunted, I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as he scowled down at me. "This session is over, we're fucking done here." He spat a wad of his own blood onto the ground next to me.

I could hear the faint sound of the boys walking away. This was it, I had failed, all this time training fucking wasted. Rage pulsed through me as I thought about all of the hours I had spent pushing myself, training myself and on the last training day I failed. I couldn't let it happen, I was stronger than that. I forced my limbs to comply as I struggled to get myself to a standing position, taking a moment to spit out the metallic tasting blood that had been pooling in my mouth.

"I'm not fucking done with you." I sneered at them. Both boys stopped in their tracks turning around. Mark looked to Jeremy for a moment, before returning his gaze to mine with a sickening grin on his face.

"Let's up the ante a little, shall we?" He smirked as he pulled off his shirt. Before I had time to answer, Mark lunged towards me shifting into his grey wolf, Jeremy followed his lead.

I watched the two wolves like a hawk, calculating their every move in my head like I had been trained to. Mark was the first to make a move lurching in my direction snapping his jaws, I stepped back slightly only to be clipped by Jeremy's sharp fangs as he waited behind me. Leaping to the side I reached for my sheathed katana that was laying on the ground at the edge of the clearing. Mark bounded in my direction ready to sink his massive fangs into my leg. I swung katana swiftly, bashing him in the head with it. Mark dropped to the ground in defeat.

"That's a kill!" Peter yelled from the sideline. Jeremy was next to lunge at me, he was quicker than Mark and stronger. Running at me full speed he smashed his head into my stomach knocking me to the ground as the breath left my body. I was taken back for only a second, I couldn't afford to be distracted by the searing pain in my ribs. Holding onto my katana tightly I leapt to my feet racing towards the massive dark brown wolf that stood tall I front of me. Jeremy approached me saliva dripping from his razor sharp fangs as he prepared for the kill. But I was faster giving him a swift round house kick to the face he stumbled backwards slightly. Taking advantage of his moment of vulnerability I thruster the katana upward at the base of his throat, Jeremy dropped to the ground immediately.

"That's a fucking kill." I spat as I glared down at him. Jeremy looked up at me, his golden eyes filled with pride. I looked away as he shifted back into his human form and Peter tossed him and Mark some shorts to throw on.
Jeremy was the first to stand up, taking a moment to wipe some blood from his mouth he looked at me with a shit eating grin on his face.