My Omega Queen Chapter 22: A Twisted Figh
POV: Emily
“Accalia?!” I ask desperately, but she doesn’t answer. Regardless of my worried state, Cole continues with explaining the rules of the challenge, with seemingly more energy:
“Alright, then. Emily Winters’ Luna position has been challenged. A fight between Emily Winters and Rachel Greyback shall decide the Luna and Queen of the Pack. It’s a special occurence for the challenger to be wolfless, which means that an equivalently special rule is needed: Since one of the contestants cannot shift, neither shall the other. The winner is the last werewolf standing, and she can choose the loser’s fate, be it death or exile.”
and I tripped. She took advantage of it to lunge at me, pin me to the ground and start throwing punches left and right, making it hard to even gasp for air. However, she was careless and not properly holding my hips down, so I used my legs to shift my weight and throw her off me, bottoms up.
B!TCH”, she screams.
lly difficult to do it but I managed in the end. The dense bushes and thick tree trunks worked in my favor as Rachel was apparently treading very carefully to avoid scratching herself, while I was running full speed regardless of any spikes or branches. The moment I passed a small river, just above my ankles, I hid in a bush and contemplated my situation: “She doesn’t seem any different or stronger than yesterday… It is me who is weaker, slower and powerless… I cannot even contact Accalia.” Then it hit me. These are all basic symptoms of wolfsbane ingestion. I don’t know when it happened or who could have done this, but the situation is starting to look dire f
Rachel
now that it actually worked in my favor as now I can use it without any shame. As I realize there’s nothing to worry about, I choose to walk slowly and carefully around these thorns to avoid any scratches on my body. It has to look perfect for when my Edward marks me. The sound of a river brings me back from my thoughts, as the fear of losing Emily’s tracks takes over me. I quickly make my way through the running water and begin smelling around. My worries are lifted immediately when
POV: Emily
y. One hit from behind in the right spot is enough to put a human to sleep for a few hours, but it is at most a couple of minutes for werewolves
s is against the rules! You cheater!!” she starts spouting at once, as well as try to break
ell her calmly: “There were no rules besides not shifting.”
who has run from the fight?!”
ever wins.” I reply composedly as I crouch d
ed.” Rachel says with a smirk.
s.
” she spits in my face as she’s moving around restlessly.
ent for a second stab. I knew I couldn’t stop her from hitting me in my current state, but I still wanted to land a blow on her for everything she said, so I went for a right uppercut. The moment my fist made contact with her jaw, I heard a dim, far away voice in my head:
skin before she went flying straight into a tree. With a loud thud, her body goes limp against the trunk, so I assume she fell unconscious. The adrenaline subsides, as the warmth in my thigh slowly turns into the sharpest pain I’ve ever felt, as my muscles fail for a moment, forcing me to kneel. I gather the scraps of cloth still remaining from Rachel’s bindings and try to nurse my gash as best as I can, then I mentally prepare to head back to the