Chapter 48
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I feel better knowing I was wanted somewhere. Sighing in relief I say. “Thank Goddess, I wouldn’t have the first clue as to how to live in a Mansion.” I tell him. “And what if it’s creepy and haunted?” I asked. He laughed. “Why would you care if it’s haunted, you’re a werewolf.” he gasps out, still laughing. “Just because I’m a werewolf doesn’t mean I don’t find ghosts creepy,” I say pushing him, this only made him laugh
harder.
“Oh! Keep laughing chucklehead.” I snarl. He’s doubled over, his laughter more of a wheeze this time. “You keep laughing like this and I be declared the winner before we can even fight,” I tell him. By this point his face is beet red, it takes him till the beginning of the second fight before he’s breathing right again. With an occasional chuckle escaping.
“I didn’t think I was that funny,” I told him. Another chuckle escapes. “It’s just that.” he chuckles again. “Of all the things for a werewolf to be afraid of.” There was more laughter before he tried to sober up again. I look at him for a moment, he’s on the outside of the seat in the bleachers, right next to the stairs. So with a big grin on my face, I push my laughing friend into the aisle.
He yelps when he lands, then pops back up and growls at me before sitting back in his seat. I laugh at his grumpy expression. “Hey, you wouldn’t stop laughing at me, I say to him. “I had to do something.” then smiling I continue. “This option just happened to bring me the most pleasure.” Then I laugh again.
So what if it might have been childish, I needed it. “Yeah, yeah, just wait, we’re on in any second now, I’ll get you back for the shove,” he says. I
chuckle. And we both turn back to the match. Jamison and Mason were evenly matched, so their fight was going on longer than any of Darien’s
or mine. I’m looking forward to our match.
Jamison finally managed to get Mason in a choke hold, using his legs to pin his claws to his body. He held Mason like that so long I thought Mason was going to pass out completely. But at just the last moment, he taps. Jamison immediately lets him go, Mason rolls over gasping for breath and coughing. It takes him a good minute for him to get himself together, then he changes back.
The officials announce Jamison as the winner. Now it’s our turn. We look at each other, we’re both jazzed about our fight. We grin get up and make our walk down the stairs side by side. The battle aura once more comes of us in waves as we make our way down. Wolves shifting to the side, offering signs of submission, offering signs of respect. I know we have a powerful view.
We get to the platform climbing into our respective spots. This far into the battle all I’m wearing is a tank top and my capris. I hadn’t bothered with my bra or panties anymore, they were with my cardigan and shoes under my seat. Darien is in just his shorts now. And for just a moment my mind flashed to another male wolf I’d caught in just shorts, the last time I saw him training before he went back off to college.
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He had been the one I had hoped would be my mate one day. I’d only been thirteen when my crush started, and I was sixteen when I last saw him. He was so tall, Six foot six, and his half form was nine feet and elever inches. The ‘hair‘ of his half forms a deep midnight black, his body fur a vibrant red. His eyes were a garnet, rimmed in a stormy gray.
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His muscles are large, he had an eight–pack with a muscular V–shape that led into those shorts. The lust I had felt for him at age sixteen was new to me then. But it had tormented me. It had been too close to that time, that night, that horrible night, I never wanted to feel that helpless again. I had actually called forth my wolf unable to allow what was about to happen to me that night.
I shake my head and focus, I strip and transform. I get into my ready stange, as does Darien. “Ready for this Xena?” I ask her. I’m ready, and looking forward to this. She replies. “So am I. I tell her. As soon as the signal went off we moved. Neither of us hesitated, both thirsty for a good battle.
