The Alpha's Fated Swap
The force of our clash sent us skidding across the stone, our claws scraping against the floor as we circled each other.
Her snarl was sharp, her teeth bared as she lunged again, aiming directly for my throat. I twisted, catching her mid-leap and slamming her down with enough force to rattle the walls.
But Sarah wasn’t weak.
She twisted beneath me, her jaws snapping at my flank before I drove her back, pinning her against the bars of a cell.
Her claws raked across my shoulder, drawing blood as she shoved me off, circling with slow, deliberate steps.