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Jane whimpered, trying to get away as her wolf was too weak to heal her because of the injuries in her body. “Next time, I hope you will be nicer to people,” Maeve said, looking at her. Her clothes were still intact in her body, her hair, which she blew dried, was messy with blood. Her make up was smeared, Maeve felt pity, but she knew Jane didn’t deserve her pity. She was horrible, treated her horribly, so she deserved everything. The arena was silent as everything played in slow motion. Maeve raised her leg, breaking Jane’s chest and ribs with her feet.