"Harder! Hit harder Scarlett! Do you expect to take out an enemy with the kind of kick?" My brother Mason yelled at me as he held the punching bag in front of him in position as I kicked it with every thing I could muster from not eating breakfast and waking up early to come here, the training room to practice our fighting combinations and right now, I'm getting really agitated by my brother and his nagging.
"Enough is enough Mason!" I yelled giving him a round house kick on his stomach making him fall on the padded floor.
"Ow! You're suppose to hit the punching bag not me Scar!"
"Opps, someone's ugly face got in the way and I got mixed up" I said walking away to the bench behind me, as I took a sip of from my water bottle.
"Why you-"
"No, no, self control Mason" I said smirking as he growled. "And I did everything you told me to do, so I'm done with practice training. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm heading to the kitchen for breakfast you made me neglect to just hit you in the end"
"Your lucky your my little baby sister or I would so punch you" he said standing up and walking behind me.
"Oh it's not luck, old man of a brother, it's simply because I'm stronger than you" I said turning to face him smiling innocently.
"Oh yeah? Race you here back to the pack house then, loser does the dishes for a whole month!" Mason challenged already accepting his own defeat.
Laughing I accepted.
"Alright, your on but don't come crying to me once you lose" I said getting into a running position.
The pack house and the training room are about half a mile away seeing as we live in the forest and far away from human society were we can be free to change and act as we please.
"I won't" he muttered.
Rolling my eyes, I counted down.
"Yeah, yeah now hush. Ready?"
"Of course" he answered by puffing out his chest.
"Alright. Three, two, one, GO!"
Both Sprinting, we ran as our lives depended on it. And in some ways it did. No one likes to wash dishes! But being stealthy as I am, I slowed down a bit to let Mason think he was beating me before I pulverized him.
As a blur of colors that we're my brother ran past me, he turned his head to see me and yelled.
"Told you I would win! Ha!"
Unfazed by his words, I only smiled and let my once hazel eyes, turn a brighter green and as my clothes ripped my red tank top and matching shorts disappear as fur covered my whole body and bones crack as I was now on all fours and emerged into a tantalizing bright silver wolf with one awkward white spot on my right ear.
As as my paws immediately touched the ground, I quickly passed Mason who had his mouth hanging open and realized what just happened and quickly changed into also a silver colored wolf but was twice as big as me and a whole shade darker making him blend better in his surroundings in the dark than me.
Ten steps away from the back door of our house, I turned my head and give my brother a grin the best i can muster as a wolf and leaped landing right in front of the door winning.
Howling in victory, I changed back with my clothes intact that are special for our kind.
"Told you bro, I'd win. Now if I remember correctly, your on dish washing duty for a month." I said smirking and walked inside.
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Ties Between Clans
Teen Fiction"The Nightshade pack are ruthless, cruel, dangerous and cold hearted. They're practically monsters than civilized. We cant get to close or they'll destroy us and kill everyone of us if given the chance. Do not give them that chance. Remember, as par...
