Page 33 of Outcast
I didn't hate many people, but I hated Sofia Woodlan. I’d dare to guess that many of the wolves would have left me alone without her insistence that they pick on me due to her own insecurities and desire to claim Jameson.
She sashayed toward me, her hips on display in her low hanging jeans. Her slim waist was emphasized by her crop top and perfectly curled blonde locks that hung to her hips. Her confidence faltered momentarily as she approached the spot opposite me, taking in my crazed laughter.
Yeah, bitch, you should be afraid of a woman who cackles like a hyena at the thought of hitting you. There's clearly a few screws loose up here.
Quickly, her face morphed back into the one I had grown to despise. Her lip curled in disgust, while her aura gave off an air of privilege.
"You're gonna be privileged to find yourself the first wolf I defeat..." I muttered under my breath as I stood to my full height once more, clearing my head and focusing on the task at hand.
No matter how confident I felt, I knew I couldn't afford to go into this cocky or thinking it would be easy.
Defeat.
“Yes, bury her in the ground,” I cooed to my wolf, loving her instant dislike of Sofia.
There was something so comforting about feeling her emotions and small bits of thoughts so clearly. She was my ride or die bitch.
"You are allowed to choose whichever form you feel is best for your fights, whether it be human or wolf. Sofia is from a high ranking line, so we will use her to judge how quickly you fall, to determine who from the lower rankings you need to fight to find your place."
The alpha brought his instructions to a close with one final line, "We fight until submission," and with that he walked off the field to stand next to Jameson, looking smug as fuck.
For a moment he and I locked eyes, and my wolf did not want me to cave to someone she considered weak and unworthy of the title of Alpha.
"Come on, Baby. Let your wolf take over. You've got this!" Milo called out, not giving a shit about the otherwise silent pack. He was most likely trying to prevent me from challenging the alpha instead of Sofia, and he succeeded.
His voice knocked me out of the trance, pulling my eyes towards my handsome mates.
"Show them your claws, Kitten." Seth called out, smirking at me, his words spurring me on.
"It's cute that you think the human even has claws," Sofia countered, flicking a lock of her honeyed hair behind her shoulder. Sauntering towards me with confidence, looking completely unphased, she pulled a knife out of her back pocket.
"I don't even need to shift to finish off this pathetic waste of space."
Nope, just a knife? Funny how she couldn’t rely on her hand-to-hand combat skills without a weapon. To me, it showed just how pathetic she was. She had no honor.
I clicked my tongue at her as the countless years of biting my tongue and containing my hatred of her for fear of the pack banishing me swarmed my mind. "I'm getting really tired of everyone here acting like they know who I am."
Without a moment of hesitation, I lunged at her, shock evident in her wide eyes at me making the first move. She was a few inches shorter than me, allowing me to easily reach out and grab the back of her head, pulling it down swiftly onto the knee that I kicked up simultaneously.
A crunching noise came from her nose as the cartilage gave way from the blow. Warmth settled into my joggers, and I knew it was her blood soaking in. Even if I only landed this one blow, I’d be happy seeing her walk around with a broken nose for a while.
She released a feral scream right before she swung her knife at my side. Jerking my forearm up on instinct, I blocked her, but not before realizing it was a distraction. Her fist sank into my stomach, and I doubled over from the impact.
Fuck, that didn't feel good.
Knowing I couldn't linger on that, I gripped the wrist of her knife hand, twisting it backwards until she grunted and dropped her weapon. Kicking up dirt, I quickly covered the knife with it, hoping to keep her from finding it. Yanking her wrist out of my grip, she huffed and backed up a few feet, scanning the ground for her weapon.
Not today, Satan.
Blood freely flowed from the once pretty princess’ broken nose, dripping down her face and onto her chest, soaking her top.
"What, you can't fight me without your little knife? Are you scared of the worthless human now?" I goaded, enjoying my newfound backbone and the ability to back it up with action. Her hazel eyes flicked up to mine before she scoffed, "Why don't you show us your wolf and prove that you even deserve to fight to establish your place in the pack?”
Blood coated her teeth as she spoke, and I took a mental picture to remember the first time I stood up to her.
"I'm not alive for your amusement, Sofia," I calmly stated, "When I feel that I actuallyneedmy wolf to assist me in my fight, I will let her out. But, that time isn't right now with you in human form. How's your nose feeling?"
The blatant snub from stating she wasn’t worth bringing my wolf out tipped her over the edge. She always thought herself superior to everyone because of her prestigious line and her grandfather’s seat on the council.
