We fought. He was well-trained. Skilled in his fighting techniques. There was no denying he had given me a good fight. Both of us were littered with wounds and sprayed with blood. But finally, my wolf had him pinned after being able to knock him off balance; and as much as I hate to admit it, I think that had been sheer luck. But now we had him where we wanted him. I could finally take my revenge...
The eyes of the warrior wolf looked up at my wolf. I have him pinned to the floor, yet they are not filled with fear like I hoped they would be. They were filled with fire. Anger. As he continued to fight valiantly beneath me in a bid to free himself, while also attempting to wound me enough to lessen my hold. This fucker would just not give up, would he?! Well, he had pushed me too many times, and it was evident he still wanted Bailey, trying to be her fucking hero all over again…