Hi people so this part is in a guy called Stuarts perspective. I can't tell you anything about him just read and learn. You will understand as the story goes on he is a new character but yeah...
________________________________Stuarts P.O.V______________________________
I ran down the hill, past the paddock, heading for the house.
I got to the empty pit just in time before the bulky man closed the gate.
I didn't know how I would get them out. The pit was surrounded by a tall barbed metal fence. I had a few supplies; A slab of raw steak, an army knife, some cooking string and a bottle of... well I didn't know what it was.
BEEEEEP!
Two doors at each end of the pool slowly opened revealing two monstrous animals. They were covered in matted fur and had enormous teeth that could rip a head off.
Mick had told me to look out for a creature with deep hazel eyes and curly brown fur. As far as I was concerned, neither of them looked like that. They would probably be in the next round.
I decided to see if I could devise a rescue for this boy/animal I was searching for. I ripped of a chunk of raw meat and took out the bottle of unknown liquid. I poured a small drop of the liquid onto the meat and threw it into the pit.
Both werewolves froze. Their eyes turned vibrant purple and launched for the tiny chunk of red, juicy meat. The orange wolf took the meat first, scrambling away as he did. The other hurled at him. They fought with twice the rage and anger, clawing at one another’s faces.
The fight went on for another hour and some of the audience started to leave.
I sat down on a chair, utterly bored and disgusted by the sport. I felt like I'd eaten a trash can.
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"Oi!" someone shouted in my ear.
I jumped out of my chair, falling face first into a pool of sloppy brown mud. I whipped my eyes and my vision focused.
"Mate, ya missed it!" he yelled with glee. "It was fantastic. He ripped the other wolves guts out!"
The bright sun shone in my face. It was early morning.
"Ok. Wait are all the fights over?" I asked.
"Yep."
"What?" I screamed with rage "Why didn't you wake me when the first was over? What the hell is the time anyway!"
I swung my arm, punching him in the side of the face. He fell.

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