The Cursed Werewolf

Diego

When Alpha Kael, our father, exclaimed to start our fight, I circled the ground just like Droco was doing. I raised my fists, my eyes terrorizing him, and preparing an attack stance.

I lurched forward with my speed to jab him with my fist, but he immediately dodged my hit. He went to my feet by grabbing my left foot and knocked me to the ground. Everyone cheered at what he did, but I did not let him win, though.

When I was on the ground, almost lying down, I grabbed his nape and locked him with my both hands. I pulled him down, making his head hit the ground hard. The werewolves groaned while I was smirking and standing up.

I heard Droco muttering curses as he glared at me from the ground. That’s what you get for being a self-entitled and conceited asshole. He stood up and did not waste time, now attacking me with a high kick that almost hit my jaw. My reflexes were fast, though.

I slapped his foot with my strength, dodged another kick downward, and blocked his last high kick. I