The Female Warrior

I stood short against all the males around me, the first female to be in a war. I watched as all the males puffed out their chest and smirked, they thought of me as an easy target, weak, pathetic. what they didn't know is that I had trained my whole life. instead of cooking, cleaning, preparing for my mate, I trained as hard as the males. I wasn't as strong as most but because of my short, tiny figure, I was quick. and I could run like hell.

I would end all of them, and my pack would lavish in the fact we took down one of the strongest packs.

that was untill he walked out. we were matching.

black pants, his were loose and mine were tight. black shirts and brown combat boots.

my mate smiled at me and then laughed.

"Oh my what have we gotten here, I think someone got confused. This is a war not a kitchen babygirl, go make me a sandwhich because I know I'll be hungry once I kill your pack" and then all hell broke loose.