My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“I’m not sure what you mean, honey, but we can do that, I guess.” She’s still looking at me funny.

With that I nodded and began to undress, trying to keep my back to them as much as possible, but I won’t have much control when my wolf starts to take over to shift.

My shift was quick, but I didn’t miss the intake of breath before it was complete. I know they saw my back and the ugly scars I get to carry around. I just hope they don’t ask about them later or mention them to anyone. The last thing I need is for them to start asking questions.

“You are beautiful!” The shorter warrior exclaims. “I don’t thinkl have ever seen a pure black wolf before.

It’s so rare to not have any other markings.”

I told you we are special. My wolf gloats to me.

Whatever, let’s go before they send a search party in here for us.

We trot out and take the position given to us by the warriors who are helping with the trials. We square up to a beautiful brown wolf with red tinting the

ends of the fur. As soon as the whistle is blown we are in full focus. Because the fighting was so fierce, the warriors had to jump into the fray to get

our attention and then direct us to another opponent.

was exhilarating. I have never had this much fun or felt this powerful in my

to the point of being pinned. I’m not sure if that was because all of the fighters were just that good and we were

wanted to preserve energy to see us against

individual rounds we were

of warriors.” I wasn’t sure what kind of task that was until

for battle. They took up a defensive stance in a semicircle around the

cover, but I had a feeling we

blew a whistle and we all ran toward the hostile wolves, ready to prove we were not worthy to join their ranks.

wolf at a time and at lightning speed. I had to

here and watch in awe at the graceful and

either. It was almost

forward head on into the line, tyring the most obvious way to get your

things piled up, but not really looking at their surroundings for the best ways to move and getting caught

from one hiding spot to another, keeping

it to a low woodpile about 20 feet from the ropes