Chapter Thirteen

An uneven fight.

Spike walks towards me with an evil grin on his face. The term ‘cat that got the cream’ came to mind, well he wasn’t having my cream. Prick! He probably stood back waiting for me to be his partner.

“Come on she-wolf let’s see what you’ve got!” He gestures to a spare mat and I follow him.

“This she-wolf has a name!” I say back to him. I didn’t want him to think he had a one up on me because I was a she-wolf and he was a lycan. Clearly he was going to win this, clearly I wouldn’t last long. But I still demand respect!

“Positions!” Alpha commands to us all. I take my place at the opposite side of the sparring mat. My mind is going a thousand miles per a second. I try to calm myself down to think out a strategy. He is strong and arrogant, he will want an easy finish. So I’ll have to dance around him a little bit.

A loud horn is sounded and each lycan growls as the sparring session begins. Spike the idiot, comes straight for me. As I thought, more brawn than brain. He w