Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

Slowly, her struggles transitioned into small, antsy movements. Half of her wanted to believe his reasoning but memories alone prohibited her from doing so. With a frown, she argued, “I don’t think this is part of fighting.” True, she’d never fought before, but surely roughhousing with her elder brother was more or less the same—one wolf won whilst the other lost, injuries often came out of both, and teeth were involved. But never had her brother positioned himself atop her in order to keep her from retaliating. It just didn’t make any sense—but her eagerness stopped her from doing anything about it. Maybe it was a different type of fighting, that feeling tried to reason, only for her to stop and toss all thoughts right out the window.

What did it matter if it was a different battle style or not? None of it mattered—she was still losing, either way! He had experience and assumed training on his side, plus the advantage. What did she have? A one-eyed punk covering her backside.

Life was going great so far, really.

And, to top it all off, he threatened her—Sorina, of all wolves! Whatever feelings were developing previously were thrown from existence, face twisting into a scowl. “Do it, then,” she challenged, turning her head to catch him in her peripheral. “Go ahead—bite me. I dare you.” Maybe getting angrier would make her better at fighting, and what better way to do that than by having him damage her otherwise unmarred body. But despite her wishes, it was not teeth that made contact with her—not initially, anyways—but a chin. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as she suspected a bite would but, still, it wasn’t pleasant, either. “Get off, fat ass!” she huffed, wholly displeased with the way things were going.

All she wanted now was to bite him.