Mary cupped her hands under the water and brought it up to her mouth, not swallowing as she gurgled it and then spat it out. She took her toothbrush in hand once more and added the toothpaste, almost viciously brushing her teeth.
Spitting out the suds and washing her mouth out once more she ran her tongue over her teeth, shuddering when she thought she could still taste the blood there.
Sighing Mary put her toothbrush back into its cup and took a deep breath, looking up at herself.
She had a choice to make here. Drop out of the rest of the rounds or continue them.
Continue fighting with the other alphas, and this time they knew she could draw blood, she could kill them. If they had any reservations they would be gone completely and now they would be the same. More willing to draw blood and aim for the throat.
After this there were two more rounds, at the end of the week she would have her next round, the last four from half the previous groups would face one another in one of two rounds, the other half would do the same.
Only one winner from each group of four would proceed, leaving two wolves.
And those two wolves would face one another the following week under the light of the full moon to determine who would become the alpha of the pack.
Her mind slowly went to her other possible option.
Drop out and accept that she couldn't keep going after this, to let it be known that the omega dropped out the moment things became too rough, that an omega can't kill like the others.
This might be the only time an omega can compete, she is sure that they will never make this mistake again by excluding the words "alpha" from the call to fight after this. She exploited that loophole and it was never going to be able to be done again.
As herself, as an omega, she was never going to be able to do this again or even have the chance to do it again.
Breathing out slowly Mary moved to lean against the wall and slowly slide down it until she could sit on the ground, staring aimlessly at nothing.
She really didn't have a choice at this point, she knew what she had to do and whether she wanted it or not it wasn't something that she had the luxury of stopping.
Mary closed her eyes and allowed herself one more moment of weakness before she got up. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she nodded and straightened up.
"I'm not going anywhere." she told herself. "I'm fighting to the end."
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