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.

fun or felt

anyone get to the point of being pinned. I’m not sure if that was because all of the fighters were

if they wanted to preserve energy to see us

individual rounds we were

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

ready for battle. They took up a defensive stance in a semicircle

to give us cover, but I had a feeling we were all

ready to prove

their surroundings, all taking on more than one wolf at a time and at lightning speed. I had

show and I couldn’t sit here and watch in awe at the graceful and deadly movements of these highly trained

It was almost

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

really looking at their surroundings for the best ways to move and getting caught up by an sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt

hiding spot

made it to a low woodpile about 20 feet from the ropes course side