Sweat drips down my back, stinging the open cuts that are taking forever to heal and I'm fairly sure my right shoulder is dislocated, but Levi, the third ranked warrior in my class, is still standing and my father will not accept anything less than first place, even during training, so I grit my teeth and force myself into position. Levi growls in frustration, he's panting, drenched in sweat and desperate to prove his worth by taking down the future Alpha. "Come on, Abs, stop playing with him, I'm hungry." Gene, my best friend and the only other person that knows my father insists I ingest wolfsbane twice a week, calls out to me. "You're always hungry." I laugh, so used to the pain that my voice comes out cocky and natural. Levi grunts as he gets into position, his back bent, legs apart, arms out. It's obvious he's going for a take down, leaving his face wide open. If I can catch him just right, I can knock him out and end this before I embarrass myself and pass out right here on
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