Dance of Fangs

Chapter II

If a human happened upon the hundreds of wolves, semishapes and naked men in the middle of the forest, it is very unlikely he wouldn't spend the rest of his life in a mental asylum. That is, if he survived, and not necessarily a heart attack.

It was already seven in the evening, and most of the wolves had been eliminated. It was taking longer than anticipated: although most were not warriors, they simply refused to give up. The Counsellors had to stop most of the fights or the wolves would have killed each other.

Brick, the Lykaestros' Beta-to-be was the only wolf to remain undefeated: constantly in human form, he was a tank. He refused to turn, he played dirty, throwing fists and legs, crushing his opponent in whatever form they were.

Theya grimaced as the young Rogue screamed in pain as his left knee collapsed under the pressure of Brick's entire weight.

Counsellor Richards immediately stopped the fight, but the smug look on his old face was not lost on her.

Asshole. That's one broken kneecap, three broken arms, a fractured collarbone and eleven broken ribs. I can't take it anymore, I gotta step in, Zel.
Agreed. Lets take down the monster and stake our claim.

Theya took a deep breath and stood upon all four paws. She started to advance towards the circle of wolves surrounding the tank of a man she was supposed to call Beta, letting out a challenging howl.

The crowd parted, some gazing curiously at the female who seemed to have a death wish, while some recognized her and were informed of their... 'situation'.

Brick glared at her.

"Come on, 'ittle pwincess. I'll finally show you your place, you little ungrateful bitch!"

She growled at him before letting the shift overtake her.

Theya! No! This is what he wants!
If I cannot defeat him, I am not worthy of the title I wish to achieve.
But...
Help me or step aside Zelys!
So be it.

Her bones cracked and transformed, as her silvery mane turned black.

Some of the idiots from the crowd started to wolf howl (pun intended), but immediately stopped when they saw that she shifted into a pair of boy shorts and sports bra.

"Pervs. There's some perks of having a best friend as a warlock."

She smirked and turned towards her opponent.

"So you wanted me to get a better look, ay? Thanks Luna" he sneered.

She rolled her eyes and spun toward him, delivering a good high kick to his ear, knocking him from his upright position. He immediately went back into position, but he was angry now, his eyes turning completely black, the color of his wolf's.

Brick launched himself at her, trying to catch her on her side with a hand full of claws. She swiftly avoided him and caught his arm, throwing herself between his legs and pulling him down with her into a judo throw.

Gotta love the morote.

He let out a painful gasp as the air was knocked out of him but flipped on his stomach and got up to his knees, throwing a left hook that slammed into her stomach. Theya grit her teeth but didn't falter as she attempted to catch him into a neck hold.

The large man managed to avoid her relentless tries and hit her two more times in the side. She leaned back and flipped, getting up on her feet.

He let out a laugh and spit on the ground.

"Ha. I thought you liked it down below. Guess I was wrong. But then, you always seem to send mixed signals, princess."

She hissed and launched herself at him.