Chapter 83
I pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes. There was a fierce determination there, a fire that matched the one burning in my own heart. “I won’t lose,” I promised him, my voice firm.
He nodded, but I could see the worry lingering in his eyes. “Just… be careful, okay?”
I gave him a reassuring smile. “I will. I’ve got Lena with me, remember?”
Lorik smiled back, but it was strained, his concern evident. “I know. Just don’t take any unnecessary
risks. Sorcia doesn’t play fair.”
The atmosphere in the arena was electric, the noise of the crowd a constant hum in the background. I could hear students cheering for their favorites, the excitement in their voices making the air feel
thick with anticipation. Across the arena, Sorcia stood at the other end, her posture confident and
her eyes locked onto mine. She gave me a smirk, a silent challenge that only fueled my
determination.
The referee stepped forward, raising his hand to signal the start of the duel. My heart pounded in
my chest as I took my position, Lena’s presence strong within me, filling me with a sense of calm.
This was it–the moment I had been preparing for.
The referee’s hand dropped, and the duel began.
The clash between Sorcia and me had been building up for days, tensions simmering beneath the surface until they could no longer be ignored.
The werewolf academy grounds were packed with spectators, the air thick with anticipation. The
setting sun cast long shadows across the field where we stood, the golden light glinting off the sharp
edges of Sorcia’s claws as she flexed her fingers, her eyes narrowing into slits of cold determination
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“You don’t stand a chance, little wolf,” Sorcia taunted, her voice dripping with condescension. S
circled me like a predator toying with its prey, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smirk.
I could feel the weight of every gaze in the crowd pressing down on me, every whisper, every doubtful murmur. The odds were stacked against me, I was a late awakening werewolf, a disadvantage that was impossible to overlook. I could hear the scoffs, sense the sneers. Yet, deep within me, something primal and fierce stirred, the power of my wolf emerging from the depths of my being.
“You might be surprised, Sorcia,” I replied, my voice steady. I held my ground, feet firmly planted on the earth, the energy of the wolf within me pulsing through my veins. My training had been intense,
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though brief, and I wasn’t about to let her belittle me.
Without warning, Sorcia lunged at me with a speed that was almost impossible to track. Her claws aimed straight for my throat, but I was ready. Instinct took over, and I dodged to the side, her momentum carrying her past me. The crowd gasped, surprised that I had evaded her attack.
Sorcia spun around, eyes blazing with fury. She wasn’t used to being outmaneuvered, especially not by someone she deemed inferior. With a snarl, she came at me again, faster and more ferocious.
But this time, I didn’t just dodge–I struck back. My fist connected with her ribs, and the impact
echoed in the silent air. She staggered, her eyes widening in shock.
“Impossible,” she hissed, clutching her side.
But it wasn’t impossible. It was happening. Each time Sorcia attacked, I met her with equal force, countering her blows with my own. The power within me was like a coiled spring, releasing in bursts of strength that seemed to surprise even me. The training may have been short, but the wolf
inside me was ancient, its power undeniable.
The spectators were no longer silent. Murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd, whispers of awe and admiration. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing, a late bloomer like me, holding
my own against Sorcia, one of the academy’s elites. I could feel their surprise, their growing respect,
and it fueled my resolve.
Sorcia’s attacks became more erratic as the battle wore on. Frustration and anger marred her once
confident expression. Her moves, which had been so calculated and precise at the beginning, were
now wild and desperate.
It was clear that she hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected me to be a real challenge.
I could see the cracks forming in her composure, the small openings in her defense that Jane had
warned me about. Jane’s words echoed in my mind, reminding me of Sorcia’s weaknesses–her tendency to overcommit, to lose focus when she wasn’t in complete control.
The next time Sorcia lunged, I was ready. Instead of meeting her head–on, I sidestepped, pivoting
smoothly on my heel. In a swift motion, I struck at the vulnerable spot just beneath her ribs, the place where her defense was weakest. Sorcia gasped, the air rushing from her lungs as she
stumbled, her balance lost.
Now was my chance.
The entire area fell silent.
new everyone was waiting for me to win the match, because not only would it be a revenge
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pwards the bullies, but it would also rewrite the history of the academy a late awakening wolf gictory over an elite werewolf,
I took a deep breath and headed in the direction of Sosia,
