The Beta's Prize
The Inferno was down at 3-1, very poor odds indeed, even some of the first timers had better odds than him tonight.
I shook my head and brushed off any doubts, Ivan, the forbidden shifter I had thrown myself at in complete adoration was going to win. He had to, Genevieve’s captor, Franklin was the third match, he was facing a rookie, a shifter called Killian, clad in a yellow trim.
We stood together in a discrete huddle holding hands, staring at the crowd when the gong went off. “It’s started,” Martha said. We listened to the crowd, “look at that swipe! He’s too slow for him!”
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