“Once more, so near,” I remark to Antonio, who stands beside me. He nudges me with his shoulder and laughs. He is quite an appealing individual, not as handsome as my friend, yet my friend does not desire me. Contemplating flirtation or companionship with another feels inappropriate; however, I recognise the necessity of compelling myself to do so eventually, lest I remain perpetually solitary.
Henceforth, I will not initiate any endeavours unless they acknowledge my status as a mother and express their acceptance of it.
“Could you inform me when I am nearing my fight? I wish to visit Alyssa.”I enquire with the girls, and they concur. I experience significant anxiety and discomfort; I require a comforting embrace from a Alyssa. I approach the children’s area and observe that she is enjoying herself immensely with the other children. She is engaging in play with girls who are several years her senior. They perceive her as a plaything.
“Miss Alyssa!”“I call out, and she glances up before sprinting towards me. She longed for my presence. I embrace her and gently sway while singing, “You are my sunshine.”
Upon completion, I experience a significant improvement in my well-being. I required that. She feels weighty in my arms, and I believe she is asleep. She has endured an extended day outdoors without a respite. I enquired of a young girl whether she was asleep, and she validated my assumptions. I will cradle her and allow her to rest on me while I observe the matches. I proceed to the stands. Norah, Gavin, Eric, Selah, Serena, Elaine, Brandon, Marcus, Nylah, and several other warriors are gathered together.
“I was on the verge of establishing a mind link with you.” Elaine informs me, “You will be next, following the upcoming one.”
“Excellent timing,” I lament.
“I will restrain her while you engage in combat,” Norah proposes.
“I appreciate it!””
“It is my pleasure!”She expresses enthusiasm.
“I missed the races; you finished first in both, Celine… quite impressive,” Brandon remarks with a smirk.
“I appreciate it.” It is unfortunate that you are unable to participate in the races. Do the Beta and Gamma bouts commence after the completion of the women’s and men’s events?I enquire.
“Indeed, I concur.” Indeed, we commence upon the completion of the warriors’ tasks. Have you encountered him or determined his identity yet?Brandon enquires.
I acknowledge and establish a mental connection with him. Cohen Foster, Alpha of Bloodfang Moon. He is nearby; I can perceive his scent. I admit it.
-TRULY? That is extraordinary. That was not the response I anticipated. You will discover someone more suitable for you and Alyssa.
I transfer Alyssa to Norah and initiate my music. The competition will intensify; I aim to motivate myself. The altercation concludes, and I collect my belongings; as I rise, everyone is patting me on the back.
“Thank you, everyone,” I express as I ascend. I identify the girl as a top 5 finisher in one of the races. Her name is Maeve.
I remove my earphones and begin to assemble my shoes, hoodie, and bag into a pile. I can perceive the scent of my companion, and I desire that he would refrain from observing me. I proceed to the ring. The whistle sounds, and our contest commences. She does not assault me immediately. I deliver a jab, and she intercepts it. I have not observed her combat, thus I am uncertain of what to anticipate from her.
I feign a jab, and when she reacts, I deliver a powerful right hook. It resonated with her as well. I seize this opportunity to assault her and force her to the ground. She rises, and I permit her to do so. She remains breathless and lightheaded. I swiftly enter and exit, employing various combinations. She is inadequately blocking due to her failure to recuperate from prior impacts. I strike her abdomen forcefully, causing her to fall back violently.
I observe to determine if she will remain down for 10 seconds; however, at 8 seconds, she rises, and I permit her to do so. I await her arrival. She meticulously regains her equilibrium, and upon achieving it, I leap and deliver a hammer kick to her face.
“Oh,” I hear from the audience. She was prostrate on the ground, unconscious. I wait for ten seconds, and upon the commencement of the fight, I hear my gang cheering exuberantly, accompanied by applause from other pack members. I would have attempted to assist Maeve, but she was swiftly encircled by her pack members. I donned my shoes and hoodie before returning to my group, where they congratulated me. The victory was effortless.
Cohen’s Perspective
“Oh!”I inadvertently vocalize. Fortunately, the majority of the audience expressed the same sentiment. Celine struck that girl in the face with remarkable speed, causing her head to snap back and her to fall to the floor, which was impressive. She would be an impressive Luna. Expletive!
Upon winning the races, she appeared elated and self-satisfied. She appears neither content nor proud at this moment. Perhaps it was excessively simple for her. I cannot prevent myself from continuously gazing at her. I observe her on the stands once more, cradling her slumbering infant. She’s stroking her head and her back, and placing little kisses on her head. She is an exemplary mother. It is evident that she possesses a deep affection for her.
