Marys back hadn't healed yet and she could still feel its pain with every step she took.

Swallowing hard she tried to hide all her discomfort and any pain she felt as she pulled her clothes off and handed them to her parents before going to the front once more.

They were in the same clearing as before, some of the alphas that had been defeated last week weren't there and some where, she didn't pay attention to them even when she picked out the alpha she had defeated staring at her.

His claws had been the one to rake down her back leaving behind the mess and she ignored him, knowing that he was looking at her back.

She hadn't put any bandages on, she wasn't allowed to whether she wanted to or not. During the fights there was no clothing nor any kind of cloth allowed, only skin and fur.

Mary fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself as she stood there, barely listening to what was being said. She was already standing next to the other alpha from her group that had won with her last week, they would face one another tonight to find out which one would go on next.

A part of her wanted to bow out, a part of her wanted to stop this. She didn't like fighting and she didn't want more pain, her back was almost killing her to the point that a few times during the week she was barely able to walk.

But she couldn't. She couldn't bow out just yet. She had started it and she had an obligation, if only to herself, to see it to the end regardless of how it was. If she dropped out or if she didn't give it her all she would forever be disappointed in herself and hate herself for doing so.

Mary fingers twitched slightly and she took a deep breath, curling her toes into the grass under her to try to steady herself she tried to push the pain in her back away to the utmost corner of her mind.

At the second in commands nod she came forward and so did the other alpha, Mary urged herself not to shake

She and the other wolf turned to one another, she rolled her shoulders back slightly to try to loosen whatever knots where there. She nodded at the wolf and he nodded back, not saying anything. She felt her skin ripple slightly as she prepared to change.

The moment the signal was given the both of them rushed forward, fur erupted over their skin and bones cracking. She focused on the familiar pain of the change instead of her wounds as she and the other wolf clashed into one another.

Immediately he raked his claws over back, or at least he tried to. Mary managed to move away from him at the last second to stop him from reopening the wounds on her back. Mary let the part of herself that was human fade away and allowed the part of her that was simply wolf take over.

They moved around once another, claws swiping at one another, teeth clenching around whatever limbs they could reach. Finally he managed to pin her down onto the ground, his claws trying to maim her as best as he could.

Mary reacted on instinct, a buried instinct that she hadn't even realized that she had. She rushed forward buried her teeth into his neck, using her paws to push off of his body and not letting go of his throat.

She felt the rip, she felt the tear, she felt the shaking. The metallic taste of blood immediately filled her mouth as well as the taste of flesh. Her mouth opened in shock and horror as she realized what she had done.

If anyone in the clearing was saying something she didn't hear it, couldn't hear it. She could feel his blood in her mouth dripping down her chin as she watched.

Watched the wolf shaking like he was having a seizure, his entire body starting to stiffen up. The fur retracted and slowly the skin reappeared. The eyes were the last to come back but they were empty and cold, the body falling to the side with a gaping hole in the front of his throat as he gave one last shake before stopping. His heartbeat stopped in her ears and for a moment Mary thought she was going to throw up.

Her entire body was shaking and she slowly backed away. Other wolves were coming forward to pick the body up and move it to the side, someone going through the wolves jacket, possibly to find some sort of identification and therefore to notify the next of kin.

Because Mary had killed him. She had killed him. She had ripped his throat out with her teeth with his blood matting her fur and...and...and...

She turned and fled, the crowd easily parting for her as she ran out of the clearing with no clear destination in mind, just wanted to get away from everything and the scent of blood that was following her.

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