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My words were followed with an indescribable scream, the sound echoing around us in the ring as the audience continued to keep their silence.
The action was enough to leave him whimpering into unconsciousness, but I didn’t care anymore as I rose up and allowed my blade to disappear.
No one dared to speak as I looked around the darkness, but I caught onto the six colors within the room.
The coursing red and black of Neo.
The dancing golds with hints of white of Saint.
Burning hues of gold with spikes of blue and green from Jayce.
Rich pink, dark blue, and black of Dimitris.
Dancing spikes of white and silver that I know is Viktor.
And, finally, Onyx, the darkness that almost blends with the pitch-black vision with spikes of silver.
They’d watched my performance, my silent declaration, and now it doesn’t matter to me if this crowd of fuckers wasn’t loyal to me.
Those six men would remain loyal to me. No matter if I remained nothing but whatever I was now.
A being of thrumming power who will never let anyone destroy her.
I looked to my left, which seemed to trigger the ref.
“Winner! Our champion for the evening!”
Everyone else was still silent as I took my leave without any assistance. The crowd divided when I walked to the hall that would take me straight to my locker room.
It wasn’t until I pushed the doors open and walked through them that I smiled and laughed, leaving them all with a final warning in the sound of my hearty laughter after stealing someone’s sight.
Don’t fuck with us.
Appease The Heat And Creation Of Justice
~JAYCE~
My heart was still bashingagainst my chest when Willow walked out of the room, her raging laughter haunting all of us as the world around us seemed to continue to remain silent.
Not a pinch of noise was made as everyone's gazes returned to the unconscious wolf who remained in his spot. The sockets of his eyes continued to bleed onto the cage floor, a reminder of what had just unfolded before our eyes.
It wasn't the graceful yet fierce movements of Willow's body that kept us silent or the way she somehow tackled a 400-pound wolf to the ground with her slim 5'5" body that moved in almost a blur before smashing the bones of her opponent.
I couldn't even say it was the manic behavior that somehow clicked in place and came out to show a wild display of fighting that I hadn't seen since my old man was once in the ring and they’d fought with no rules, regulations, or penalties.
It's the commanding force of watching an Alpha take down a wolf not worthy of salvation that keeps us in our place. The thrumming overflow of authoritative energy that leaves words stuck in our throats.
There was nothing that could express how moving that fight was. The overpowering force that thrummed out of her body in waves as she not only pushed through the set-up barrier inflicted upon her, but allowed us to witness her overcome that obstacle with elegance, dignity, and glorification.
She could have cowered when she’d lost her vision. Called out the wrongs of the ref for not announcing the change in rules to anyone before the fight began. Instead, she accepted the change like it was a life circumstance, knowing damn well that she'd not only survive it but ensure all of us witnessed it with our own eyes.
Witness her capabilities that were hidden behind the delicate beauty of her flawless skin, silky pink strands, and fierce eyes of teal turquoise.
What made me hard were the words she’d announced prior to stabbing the other eye of her opponent.
"Don't mess with the Forbidden Pack or be prepared to reap what you sow."
Forbidden pack. Our pack who came here to rise in power and do anything to fuck the De Lucas over.
