Curse

The next few days were like torture for Denise. She waited, she waited and she waited. But Kain…had not come to see her, not even once. She could smell his scent, she could hear him when he moved around the house, yet still, he did not turn in the direction of her room. The distance between them was making her skin burn painfully and the more time passed the more she felt like she would just explode. She wanted to see him so bad and couldn’t.

But the fights he asked her to win continued and everyday, she had a new opponent. Sometimes, it was two on one, three on one or so on. But not a day went by where she didn’t have to fight. And of course after she’d won, her opponents hated her guts. Losing against a woman? Was that so bad that they had to glare at her before they left?

And it wasn’t only them who hated her. She would also hear the packs whispers about her even from inside her room, especially at night. They didn’t like a bone in her body despite only seeing her once. They call