The Lycan's Slave Mate
The latter separated the bracelets according to colour and stepped back.
"Survival of the fit!" she suddenly announced, and because I hadn't really been paying attention, the others pushed past me in a rush to get to the tray. By the time I got to the tray, the girl who had been holding it up was covered with ten girls, and she struggled to save herself from their claws. A girl picked hers—a red one—and danced away in ecstasy, waving it in the air. I noticed Yvette and her friends pointing at us and laughing. We probably made very amusing entertainment for them, but I refused to be a puppet. I stood still, apart from the other slaves, and waited till each girl had gotten hers. At last, I pic