Chapter 8

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Coles p.o.v. Dodging Grants fist by going down I side punch him in the ribs. A thunderous growl sounds from him and a warning growl from me. "You are going down, bitch." he thunders, " I will do anything to win and be free." "Might want to stop talking and fight more, asshole." I say as i punch him square in the face. He stumbles backwards onto the side of the cage. Grant throws a jab at me which I easily block by putting my fist in front of my face. While I'm blocking he hits the back of my knees with his leg and I go down quickly. He takes this chance to throw a few more jabs at me. One hits my face, one hits my side , and the other misses me completely but his left fist hits the ground with a bone crushing crack. I take my chance and push my legs against his chest sending him flying to the other side. Gaining my breathe for a few seconds I let my claws come out and take my stance because he is about to come barreling towards me. Grant throws punches and kicks at me while I dodge them. My wolf is pushing to be let free and attack but I don't think I can release her. "Release the beasts!" the crowd yells and chants. When the confirmation that I can let go sounds, I release the beast. I can feel my eyes change color to their blood red color, my senses are sharper, my canines are sharper, and I can smell the blood that is gushing out of his nose and mouth. Letting out a dangerous growl, I take a look at my situation and see an opening to kill Grant. His left fist is to injured to be used so I use that and go for his left side. Using my right hand, I plunge my claws into his chest and rip down spilling most of his guts out. I then step behind him and slit his throat slowly to cause a lot of pain. As Grants lifeless body falls to the floor the crowd goes wild and I let out a victory howl.
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