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My heart hammered a frantic, highly nervous rhythm against my ribs. Knowing that disagreeing wouldn't change absolutely anything, I readied my mind for it. I was going to get beaten down today. I was going to be completely sore tomorrow. But as I stared into Ronan’s cold blue eyes, a fierce, burning spark of absolute defiance lit up inside my chest. I was going to learn how to fight. And the next time a man put his hands on me in the dark, I was going to rip his f***ing throat out.

Growling, Faith warned, "Don't growl at me, you asked for this fight. It's not my fault you keep falling." Displeased by Faith's retort, Petta sprang up from the ground and brandished a blade from her back pocket, charging at Faith. I noticed the weapon in her hands, and it seemed Faith did too. As Petta swung the blade, it grazed Faith's arm as she blocked the attack intended for her face, resulting in a deep cut on her arm. Glancing at her wound nonchalantly, Faith knew she would heal as she had trained intensively in combat and pain management. Engaging in a fierce fight, both girls clawed at each other, and in the struggle, Petta ended up cutting Faith from her elbow to her hand, causing

"Please stop this, there’s nothing wrong with liking someone from their own sex." "Aww, the little silent girl is finally talking." A girl said. "Sarai, let's just go, they're not worth it." Chad told me. I sighed, he was right no one would listen. "Not so fast." A guy grabbed me by the hair and punched me in the face. "What the fuck.” Chad attacked him.

We refused to let this enemy tear us apart. As the climactic battle ensued, adrenaline coursed through my veins. Victor fought with a fierce determination, his eyes locked on our tormentor, never wavering. With each strike, it was as if he was reclaiming his power, his spirit unbreakable. In a final act of desperation, our tormentor lunged at me, their eyes burning with a twisted sense of satisfaction. But before their hand could reach me, Victor intercepted, shielding me from harm. The force of the impact sent them sprawling to the ground, defeated.

"We fight our way through." I looked at him. His face was pale, his shoulder still bandaged. He was in no shape for a fight. But his eye was bright. Determined. "Draven—" "I can fight," he said. "I can fight for you." I looked at the wolves ahead. At the fortress beyond. At the man beside me. "Alright," I said. "We fight." I drew my blade. And together, we charged. --- End of Chapter 14

I hate how they know me so well. “You’re not wrong Pax. Fighting is like fucking. You gotta to be agile, reactive, and have enough fucking stamina to render your opposition powerless.” I feel my dick twitch just thinking about it. Seeing a woman panting, glistening with sweat after she has won a battle or defeated by her climax is perfect. We all snicker as I shove my hands in my pockets of my black ripped jeans.

I attacked it with all my strength, trying to push it away. The fight was wild and chaotic. We circled each other, growling and lunging, each waiting for the other to make a mistake. My clothes were torn, my arms scratched and bleeding, but I couldn’t stop. I could feel my energy rising, almost like something inside me was waking up.

I snarled drawing out my claws. “Big words for an ant.” He chuckled. “I like your spirit. It will only make crushing it fun.” Varkis loomed ahead, his claws gleaming under the faint moon. My heart pounded as I stepped forward. “Fight me!” I growled, baring my teeth. Vera darted to my side, her phone flashing as she hacked his defenses. The ground rumbled, traps disarming with a hiss. I guess this is it. Time to gauge his strength.

We wrestled to the ground struggling for dominance over each other. Blood spilled onto the ground and I rolled away from her but her teeth tore into the flesh on my front leg. I was quicker than her and I charged at her with my claws targeting her eyes. I made my contact slicing into her eyes. She howled in pain and the blood poured from her face. I was not a well-trained fighter but my fight or flight mode was engaged. It was my fucking eighteenth birthday, this bitch was not taking away my life. The fire was getting closer by the second. The air was getting harder to breathe. I needed to finish her. The sooner the better.

I gasped, trying to breathe, but the air here was thick and heavy, like smoke. Her footsteps echoed as she walked toward me. Slow. Calm. Certain. “You cannot win this fight,” she said. “You are only delaying what is already written.” I forced myself up, shaking. My body ached. My heart pounded. “I am not giving you my life.” Her silver eyes narrowed, glowing brighter. “You will not have a choice.” She lunged. Fire burst from her hands, wrapping around me. I screamed as the heat pressed in, burning without burning, cutting through me like claws. My fire rose on instinct, meeting hers, but it was like fighting myself in a mirror that knew all my moves.