Werewolf’s Heartsong

The arena’s LCD screen showed pictures of the seven fighters in the Alpha Class. There I was, with my new name.I looked strong, and my wolf was absolutely gorgeous.I looked to where my sister was sitting, and she and the rest of her posse had jealous fury on their faces. I then look up to where my parents are, and they’re glaring at my picture; if looks alone could set shit on fire.I smirk at them then I turn away to face my opponent, everything else falling away but what was here on this platform. I take my skirt and cardigan off. Standing in just my tank and capris, I move into a fighting position and wait for the signal to start — To fight, to prove, and not hide myself anymore.This was going to be fun. I thought, a grin on my face.