Faloye Abdul Martin

It's about a young boy who became a wolf over night. He found out he had a reason for becoming a wolf, which was to protect the supernatural from attacking humans and also to stop humans from hunting down the supernatural. He also had to protect the love of his life and his son from his enemies. Which is why he wouldn't forgive anyone who tried to harm them.

The Fate Of A Wolf

“Now, would you like to tell me who your daddy is, Butch?” I chuckled. Quite a few smaller students snickered. I bet they got bullied a lot too. “That’s enough!” the leading coach barked and made a time-out gesture. I smiled and removed my foot reluctantly from Butch’s face.

“This was fun,” I told her. “Let’s do it again, shall we?”

Butch jumped up and wiped her mouth with her sleeve before she spat. “Coach Hanuman,” Butch said. “The new girl cheated! She should be

I blinked. “How was I cheating when I only mimicked your moves?” “You shouldn’t have copied me and then played dirty!” she yelled.

“Enough!” Hanuman blew his piercing whistle and pointed at the

sidelines. “Both of you will sit on the bench until class is over. If either of you talks or causes trouble again, you will go to detention!”

He spoke fluently with that whistle in his mouth. That impressed me, so I was going to call him Coach Whistle.

Danielle made a beeline toward Coach Whistle, probably wanting to defend me against Butch, but I shook my head at her. Viviane shot me a malicious stare as if that could stab me silly.

Coach Whistle blew his signature whistle again to signal the next round. Oh, fuck. Danielle was now paired against Viviane.

I trained my eyes on them, worry twisting my middle. Blow Job was a

head taller than Danielle. From her build and pose, everyone could see that BJ was bigger and stronger and obviously had way more training than Danielle. The French princess was also one year ahead of the Asian princess.

They faced each other with death glares. BJ flashed a nasty grin at Danielle, and the nervousness in Danielle’s eyes vanished the next second, replaced by determination and stubbornness. I admired her bravery even though she and probably everyone else knew this would be a hell of a match. It would take a miracle for Danielle to win.

Viviane had come to battle class with revenge in her heart. She probably figured that if she could make an example of Danielle in public, no one would stand in her way when she came after me.

Viviane brought her leg up to kick Danielle in the face. Danielle ducked to the side and rammed her fist into Viviane’s calf.

Viviane took the blow while ramming her fist into Danielle’s jaw, throwing her opponent’s head back. Viviane’s second strike found purchase on the side of Danielle face. Blood dripped from Danielle’s mouth.

Every student, as well as the instructors, held a collective breath as they watched the duel. Nobody dared interfere with Viviane. Butch cheered beside me, and Viviane’s other goons shouted excitedly like bloodhounds wanting to see more of the Asian princess’s spilled blood.

I clenched my fists by my sides, my eyes on fire.

Shade stood on the far side of the hall. He started to head toward where Danielle and Viviane fought, but an instructor stopped him and said something about it being allowed in battle class.

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