Pretty Fears

"Enough's enough!" Kris shouted, his fists in a tight ball. He was so much larger than Sidney, in both muscle and height. The crowd only got larger, his pack and Sidney's merging in a harmless attempt of watching the two Alpha's fight. Sidney did make a note; Kris didn't have the signature blue eye that all Alphas had. So that only cared to speak; he wasn't an Alpha. If Kris intended to take over the Pack, he would quite literally have to kill her. Sidney's head cocked slightly, as he began circling her; his top off in a show of dominance. Sidney reluctantly moved in the rhythm, she was too young to battle this adult. "I've had enough of your childish games. Your Alpha is dead and you can't defend his word?"

"I can't help that-" Sidney merely spoke.

"I always knew you were a coward." Kris growled through his humanoid teeth, his arms veining at every chance. "Ever since you were a kid; I knew you didn't have it in you. Your ancestry were wrong to bestow such power onto you. You're a fraud." Sidney's eyebrows furrowed; as her stomach churned. She couldn't tell if it was adrenaline that slowly started rising, or the fear that she was going to turn down a fight. Suddenly, maybe sensing her nervousness, he let out a loud chuckle. His guard down as he looked to the others. "I knew you would run like a bitch-" before he could finish his prolonged sentence, the wolf came out. Sidney launched forward, fur escaping the pores of her skin.
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A werewolf patriarch transfers control of the pack onto their youngest granddaughter, who struggles to balance pack life and mates.
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Pretty Fears is in third-person. Narrator is in fact unidentified and 'invisible'. Only one characters thoughts, emotions and experiences are told to the reader.
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Smut, rape, self harm (more of those bad things) warning. I will have a disclaimer for the bad things (rape/self harm)