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2024-10-29 19:42:56Jackson watched. His stomach flipped and his mouth filled with saliva as nausea hit him hard. But he didn’t look away. He wouldn’t let himself. If Wren was going through this, then Jackson would do what he could to support him.
Wren was larger than the other wolf. Even before his fur bristled up, making him look bigger than ever, the other wolf was dwarfed by him. His teeth were revealed in a silent snarl.
The fight had to last 10 minutes. That was the bet. 10 minutes and Wren would win them extra money. 10 minutes. 10 minutes of clashing teeth. Of yelps. Whimpers. Fear.
The other wolf was young. Too young to be up against Wren. His tail stayed tucked up under his belly, even as the fur on his shoulders rose up.
“I told you that you should’ve bet for a longer match,” Warrick said. “You missed the clips from before, but this is that wolf’s first big boy fight. I guaranteed you a win.” He gave Jackson an indul
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