Mia's POV
My eyes stared into his. he was my mate? My soul mate, who Luna herself picked for me? My mate, part of the audience watching me fight to the death. A sharp pain seared up my back while a sickly grin crossed his face. My hand reached my back and became wet with blood. He shifted expecting me to shift, but I never do, I have a small and shy wolf, one who does't appreciate being shown to the audience. The crowd erupted in Grimm expressions knowing what I was going to do. What I do best.
In one swift move I jumped on his back, hearing the snap of his back brought a smile to my face, again, I don;t mean to sound psychotic. My hands made their way to his head and my wrist moved to left as fast as the wind and just like that- the bird dude is gone.
The stone could hands of a Chainer dragged me back to my cell, or as the people on TV call it "my bedroom". Though i don't think a small ass room with cell bars as windows and one wall counts as a bedroom. Isabell, my cellmate, waited on her top bunk, staring into nothingness.
"Hey," I greeted her, "how was your fight?"
"Good, except the whole killing a girl thing" Isabell stated.
"I know it's never good, but we do it for our family."
I fight because I know my parents are still out there, Isabell does it because she knows her brother won't be safe until with her. Isabell's gladiator name is Hells-Angel. Hell for her favorite move neck twisting, and angel because she does it for her brother. My wolf-gladiator name is fierce butterfly because I have a huge tattoo of a butterfly on my back.
"What do you do when something so right happen but it just happens in a wrong way?" I ask, very vague, but fits what happened to me.
"I don't know. Why?" She asked.
"Well I found my mate. However, he was in the audience watching me kill someone, watching the possibility that I will be killed." She doesn't answer me and for a second I'm afraid she had a heart attack and died. Okay, not really. I heard her slow and even breaths and realize she doesn't know how to answer. I don't blame her, so with that I stay silent.
Max's POV
Thank god she is alive. I cannot go any longer without a Luna, seven months and my pack is growing impatient. I also need a mate, someone I can depend on and love. However, watching her kill the guy with no mercy was quite grim. Now I know there is only one thing to do, break her out. Mind link is something werewolves have that connect pack members mind like a telephone line, abling them to communicate with each other with their mind.
'Get all the fighters, I found my mate' I mind linked my Beta, Riley.
'All? That's a lot Max.' Riley stated being all beta-ish.
'Yes!' I commanded
'Ok, who is your mate?' Riley asked.
'The fierce butterfly.' I answered, not knowing her real name. I cut the line off, I don't have time to talk anymore. I walk outside, and wait for Riley. Every second I wait is like a year I spend in hell. Any second she could drop dead from a lighting bolt. It might be 3019, but we can still have war.
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The Scar On My Back
Werewolf**I am currently rewriting this book** Mia West was a Wolf Gladiator. She was stolen and used for cruel fighting to the death. The way to lose is to be killed. After three years, if you make it that long, you are set free. It's her only hope...
