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With every fiber of my being, I fought back. Using the skills I had honed through countless battles, I swiftly countered Clara's attacks. Blow after blow, I met her aggression with calculated precision, each strike delivering a message of defiance. In that moment, it felt as if time had suspended, the world narrowing down to the clash of our bodies, the thud of fists connecting, and the resolute determination etched on both our faces.

I just walked away. ***********************************************************************************************Friday came at last. School got over a few minutes ago and I was in a hurry to reach home. As soon I got there, I changed my clothes, threw myself on the bed and started reading. Halfway through the book, my door banged open and a frantic Scar approached me. "Fayth! You gotta help me, I don't know what to do!!" She literally screamed at my face. "Scar, calm down, what should I help you with?"

I was happily eating some chips when I saw those messages, and my mood instantly soured. Right away, I put down the chips and started typing furiously on my phone. I texted: "Don't worry. I'll be there tomorrow. Watch me crush that scumbag when I return to the office! I can't believe he'd be this shameless! Thanks for letting me know. I'll treat you to a meal." After replying, I began thinking about how to launch a counterattack at the office the next day.

He walked off straight into his library as he dragged a large book, suddenly a door leading straight under the ground opened up as he stepped inside. A lady who was tied up in a chain,still breathing and gasping for breath stared weakling at him “Where are my kids?”. Elena said weakly as she brushed her eyes up at Antonio. Coming closer to her he bent his head low as he stretched out his hands,he held her weak face. “Look at you, looking all weak and powerless”.He said coldly staring at her. “Monster”. Elena said weakly. A deep slap on her face shutted her up immediately,she looked away breathing slowly.

I followed her lead, ready to do whatever it took to emerge victorious. I stepped out of the car, my eyes locking onto Jayven as he rushed out to meet me. Our gazes clashed, the air thick with tension as we sized each other up. I gritted my teeth, my anger and determination boiling over. Without a word, we charged towards each other, our movements swift and deadly. The sound of snarling and snapping filled the air as we clashed, our bodies locked in a fierce struggle. I was driven by my desire to take down Jayven and prove my superiority. The battle had begun, and only one of us would emerge victorious.

He was shock for seconds but quickly put a sneer back. "I can win all by myself." He said, rubbing his fists together. Not saying anything more as a response, I shifted into my wolf form and not very much later. He did the same thing. He made a soft growl as he lean his neck sideways. We both fell into a staring contest while walking in circle not cutting any eye contact, waiting for someone to enunciate the fight. He attacked first and successfully I was able to dodge his claws and I even made a scratch on his side when he did a second launch and I dodge a little and did a side scratch on him..

’ Seemingly reading her thoughts, Rissa only gave her an apologetic smile before she whispered to her ears. “No one expected him to be here. We're also shocked when he arrived only a few minutes before you…” Foren closed her eyes. She was already here and he even arrived first before her. It's not like she could shoo him away, and there's no way she would back out because that meant accepting defeat. No way she would accept defeat especially if it's against her rival and enemy, Adamson Rockwell.

He raised his claws uk and scratched my fur, taking some flesh with him and I bit back a pain filled growl as I glared at him. With a surge of determination, I retaliated. The battle intensified, with no particular end in sight. Our clashes were so fluid, the people who stood and stared couldn't make anything out. My movements became an intricate dance, a blend of instinct and skill. I sidestepped his attacks, my own strikes finding their mark. The tide turned, and the once-confident Callahan found himself on the defensive.

he said, his words igniting a fire within me. With renewed determination, I pushed back against Duscha, our struggle intensifying as we both refused to yield. The battle seemed endless, but I drew on the bond with my wolf, feeling his spirit intertwine with mine, giving me the strength to continue the fight. As the clash continued, I could see a flicker of doubt in Duscha's eyes, a hint of fear that she couldn't conceal. I pressed the advantage, driving her back with every ounce of strength I possessed.

I hissed, tightening my grip on his throat. He didn’t answer. Just grinned wider. "You've been fighting the wrong war." I didn’t wait. I drove my elbow into his jaw—hard enough to silence that smug mouth. His head snapped to the side, and for a moment, he lay still beneath me. But not for long, his muscles jerked up, almost like a second life. He jumped right back to his feet. And then, with a snarl, Victor lunged at me. Then he took a large swipe, I claws stinging into my side, a surge of pain moved through me like fire.