Well my first day of training didn't go so well. I got my ass kicked and then beaten because I got my ass kicked. Now how was I supposed to heal in time for tomorrow's fight. Griz not only struck my ass with a whip until tuffs of my fur were lined in my own blood but he also shouted with his gruff voice what a useless bitch I was. If I didn't shape up soon he assured me I would be killed since I was mated and could not be used for breeding either. My hatred for the male grew and I vowed that one day I would take the bastard down. My father and the pack he belonged to treated me with just as much hatred as this pack that kidnapped me. So one day I would have my revenge. For now, I was just biding my time. I decided that no matter how small the chance I would take each and every one that was presented and use it to the best of my advantage in order to escape this life.

Well my first day of training didn't go so well. I got my ass kicked and then beaten because I got my ass kicked. Now how was I supposed to heal in time for tomorrow's fight. Griz not only struck my ass with a whip until tuffs of my fur were lined in my own blood but he also shouted with his gruff voice what a useless bitch I was. If I didn't shape up soon he assured me I would be killed since I was mated and could not be used for breeding either. My hatred for the male grew and I vowed that one day I would take the bastard down. My father and the pack he belonged to treated me with just as much hatred as this pack that kidnapped me. So one day I would have my revenge. For now, I was just biding my time. I decided that no matter how small the chance I would take each and every one that was presented and use it to the best of my advantage in order to escape this life.

That night I wasn't even put back in my usual cell. Instead I was left outside chained up to some metal pole. Supposedly to assure Griz that I would learn my lesson and win tomorrow's battle. I didn't even know what sort of shifter I was fighting or whether it was male or female. Apparently, it did not occur to anyone that I needed to, or wanted to know. All I was, was a slave to do with as they pleased and what I thought or wanted or needed didn't matter in the least.

The next morning I was woken up with loud vicious snarl from Griz. I would love to beat some manners into the asshole. My body was not only tired but still sore from the previous day's training. When I didn't jump up right away on all four paws, the bastard kicked the side of my body with his steel toed boots. With a heavy grunt, I rose to my feet while growling my displeasure at the shifter. I was going to keep fighting everyone here. My aggression was met with a smack to my head with a wooden baseball bat. I felt some of my teeth crack as my head rattled and my blood spewed on both of us. Today was starting out with such a bright future I couldn't wait to see what the evening would bring.

Another male shifter leaned down close to me and smiled softly. He was in his early teens and very thin. He whispered a hi and then unhooked me from the metal pole before taking the collar I wore off. Griz stood by with his big beefy arms folded across his chest and watched us like a hawk. The young male said for me to stay in my wolf form and follow him towards the arena. There I would be fed and given some water before it was my turn in the ring. Once I arrived to the feeding area there were various wolves eating out of bowls. Some taking their time and some gobbling their food down like it was their last meal. I was led over to a bowl full of raw deer meat. My mouth watered. I had not had deer in some time. With a growl, I pushed the young male aside and began to choke down my food as fast as possible. With these bastards, I couldn’t be sure if this was some test and the food would be ripped out from under me.

I was halfway finished before a dark female wolf approached me with a low threatening growl. At first I ignored her and kept eating until she moved so close that I could feel her heated breathe against my face. She was not getting my food and I was not going to be intimated by her either. Without lifting my muzzle from the bowl, I growled a warning. If she moved any closer I would tear her ass up. But the bitch just didn’t get the message. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to prove herself because I was new or if she acted this way towards everyone. I tilted my head and our eyes met. Neither one of us looked away. The female growled one last time before she attached. She used her body to push me away from the bowl but I wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. Before the side of my body hit the dirt, I managed to move my head quickly and grab onto her jet-black fur. We took turns being on top of each other as we rolled and viciously attacked with our teeth and claws. Blood flew all around but neither of us gave a shit. It didn’t seem like my attacker was going to give up any time soon and well hell neither was I. I began to have a feeling this was more than just about food when our bodies parted and the damn wolf charged me again. Maybe she was the alpha of this group and expected me to submit. That wasn’t going to happen. No one here earned the right for me to pledge my allegiance to them and accept him or her as the alpha.

I was starved and now pissed off. Plus, I knew how to fight in both wolf and human form. I grew up learning to survive or die. And this shit hole place I now lived in sure as hell seemed like I would have to do the same. As the angry female charged me again, she jumped up probably expecting me to meet her face to face. I let the crabby bitch fly over me and instead of taking a forward hit I dipped my head and turned my muzzle slighting upwards so that I was able to slash into my opponent's belly. Not only did her body crush down upon mine but I was given the advantage of tearing her flesh wide open. When she moved to roll away my sharp teeth held tight causing the large wound to tear her entire stomach open. She cried loudly as not only blood poured from her animal but her damaged organs spilled forth upon me and the ground beneath my body. The piercing screams of her pain filled my fighting soul. My name was now being chanted along with whistles. With the urging of the crowd I dipped my blood soaked muzzle towards my victim and issued the snap of death to her neck. When I lifted my head and looked around at the cheering crowd I felt so damn high on life. It’s as if this is what my soul needed. No longer did I feel tired, instead a blast of adrenaline ran through my core as I leaned back my head and howled in victory.