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Before and during my first change .2
She's been so different since it happened, I swear her eyes have changed color.
Sarah’s butler Mrs. Everclear
In the days leading up to my first transformation, things were, for lack of a better word, strange. The people in the camp who were knowledgeable and superstitious seemed to avoid me. The doctor thought I was just a fast healer. Once again, I felt stronger than before. I wanted to test my speed, but I didn't want to scare people, at least not yet. The only reason I didn't run off was that I had nowhere to go. I knew I couldn't hide in the tribe - it would put them all in danger. My father hated them and would use it as an excuse to kill even more of them, not that he needed one. Plus, I looked like a light-skinned woman, making me even more vulnerable. Then the dreams started. I kept dreaming of the attack - Fang biting me and putting something in me.
The next day, I felt off - like I was missing something. A deep sense of emptiness gnawed at me, and I was mad about not knowing what it was. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. My thoughts kept drifting back to Fang the wolf, although I didn't understand why at the time. I was restless, bursting with energy, and incredibly angry all the time. All I wanted to do was fight, to crush something. The camp hand who was hired to help me cook and clean quit - and I do mean help. I could cook and clean for myself, but my uncontrollable rage and anger made it difficult for anyone to be around me.
Then it happened - on the third day, I met the old man my father expected me to marry. He was a worthless excuse for a man, growing rich by stealing the work of better men. I hated him immediately, from the way he smelled to the way he looked at me. I couldn't bear the thought of him touching me, let alone being intimate with him. All I wanted was to rip him apart, and the anger inside me grew stronger. When I told him where he could go and what he could do to himself, my father hit me once, then he tried to slap me around. He tried to control me like he did my mother when she disobeyed him. At that. moment, I broke his arm, and I only stopped because I scared myself. It was so easy, and the man didn't have the power to control me. That realization made me happy, but he told everyone that the devil was in me.
The day before my first transformation, my father locked me in his train car. I dreamt of Long Fang, running with him in his wolf form and being in his company. He was hunting with me and led me to a mountain cave, instructing me to come to him when the time was right. When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat, and I could hear the dogs going crazy. The man I was supposed to marry came to talk to me, asking why I wasn't getting ready for him and saying he'd like to "sample" his new wife. I boiled over with uncontrollable rage, hitting the wall of the car so hard that it crumbled and left a dent. I screamed at him, "You will never touch me, you old decrepit excuse for a man!" You try to touch me i will fucking kill you. I could tell the man stepped back, surprised that a woman was challenging him. He managed to muster the courage to reply, saying that my "female mind" needed fixing and that I had delusions of grandeur. He made it clear that I had no choice in the matter and threatened to have a neurosurgeon fix me up in New York. I don't remember what I said next, but when I woke up, it looked like a hurricane had come through my father's train car. The furniture was knocked over, there were holes in the walls, and our clothes were strewn about. What made me uneasy was that in the past, I wouldn't have been able to move any of that furniture.
In the dark, I saw her with eyes that glowed like orbs of light, a beautiful shade of purple. But as soon as her father appeared, they would turn crimson.Su papá tiene razón en tener miedo de su hija, el diablo está tratando de llevarse a ese angelito.
Sarah’s Butler Mrs. Everclear
As I recall, this is what happened just moments before my first transformation. My father had come to see me, even after I'd broken his arm. I looked at him with contempt, trying to hold back the unbridled rage that was building up inside me. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before. As he pushed me towards a monster, the monster was awakened inside me. My head pounded and something was clawing to get out. He told me I was always fighting him, never listening to him. He'd found me a husband, and I was to marry him or else suffer the same fate as my mother, who he'd let his boys take turns with before putting her down like a sick dog. He held a gun in his hand. I looked over his shoulder and saw the full moon rising, and then...
I vividly recall the strange pleasure I felt during my first transformation, even though I didn't understand what was happening. My father looked at me with disgust, and then with shock as he noticed my eyes glowing red as I walked towards him. He pointed his gun at me, but then it felt as if I'd been kicked in the chest by a horse, and I fell over struggling to breathe. As I tried to get back up, a burning sensation took hold of me. It couldn't be, I thought to myself. Did he just do that? The rage inside me was too much to contain, so I let it out. I could hear the howling of a wolf, and I realized that I couldn't fight it anymore. I surrendered to the transformation and the full power of this creature inside me. This man, this monster, would regret the day he tried to control me. Let it split over. This man, this thing, killed my mother. Had her gang rape her. This despicable creature thought he could control me like a useless puppet, deciding who I would mate with. As my body writhed in pain, I heard the dogs in the camp howling and barking. Some even got loose and ran away. I looked back at my father, who was trying to close the door. But it wouldn't budge. There was something holding it open - a furry foot. Wait, that was my foot. My feet aren't supposed to be furry. Something was definitely not right. Then, the door flew open, breaking off its hinges. The door hit my father hard. I am standing over him roaring. He is bleeding. I can smell it and it… it… it…. It smells so good. He is screaming something I do not understand as I rip and tear into him. That is not my father anymore . . .. It is FOOD. That first taste was intoxicating, and I wanted more. Then there was more food running at me, his useless bodyguards. I ran at them. The dogs will not stop barking. The food tries to hurt me. They are shooting me now. I do not like that. I am on another piece of meat oh so good. The tastes. The warmth sliding down my gullet. Had to have more. More food is trying to hurt me. I let out a howl of excitement. This is no hunt; this is a slaughter; this is delicious revenge. the prey tries to hurt me, they become more food. I hear another howl. It is close, I reply in kind. I try to move closer, but the prey does not know their place. So, I help them find it. I have claws and they work splitting the food. I had to find that old prey who threatened to hurt Sarah and make her mate with him, as if he could control her. But wait, who is Sarah? Suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was Sarah. The power and energy inside me was overwhelming, and I knew that I would never let anyone control me again. That old man would pay for his treachery. I tracked down the old man by his disgusting odor. As he saw me approaching, he screamed in fear,His head came off so easily. But he did not taste good though. As I was tracking down my prey, I suddenly saw another wolf. He was massive, standing at around 7 or 8 feet tall with a powerful build. Despite his imposing size, he moved gracefully and confidently, almost like a king. As he approached me, I felt a sense of awe and admiration. He helped me subdue the prey, which knew better than to run from him. Being close to him made me feel complete and at peace. The wolf gestured for me to follow him, and I obeyed without hesitation. As we journeyed through the woods together, I felt a deep connection growing between us.
As we ran through the woods together, I felt an exhilarating rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Despite the darkness, I could see everything with perfect clarity, as if it were daytime. My senses were heightened beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I could smell every scent in the air, hear every sound in the distance, and feel every vibration of the earth beneath my paws. It was like I had been reborn into a new world, a world where I was no longer just a mere human, but a powerful, magnificent beast.
We ran all through the night, never stopping until we finally arrived at daybreak. The wolf led me to a mountain cave, hidden away from the rest of the world. As we entered the cave, I could feel a sense of safety and security wash over me. It was like I had finally found my true home, a place where I belonged.
The Long Fangs .3
As I woke up, my head throbbed with pain, and my new eyes were sensitive to light. My body ached all over, and I realized I was wearing torn rags. I struggled to recall the events of the previous night, but I had a vague memory of doing something terrible - I had eaten my own father. Looking at my hands, I saw that they were covered in blood. Panic set in as I touched my face and wiped away the blood. This wasn't a dream. Despite the horror of it all, I also felt a sense of satisfaction, and the anger that had once consumed me seemed to have dissipated. I rose and stepped into the adjoining cave, I saw Long Fang and recognized him immediately. He turned to me and commented, "You were quite the handful of New Blood." Confused, I looked at him and asked, "How so?" Fang's eyes met mine as he said, "You must have hated them something fierce. What did they do to you to get that kind of reaction from the wolf?" I shook my head and replied, "I don't know what you mean." With a gentle tone, Fang said, "You turned last night." Startled, I asked, "What do you mean, turn?" He stepped back and shifted into a massive wolf, dark gray and almost black. As he howled, more people arrived at the cave, excited and drawn by some primal force.
When Long Fang spoke to me, I heard his voice in my head. He explained that only strong emotions could have guided the transformation in such a way. Then he shifted back. I was dumbfounded at seeing him shift back and forth like taking off a hat. Then he explained that he had bitten me in reflexes and stopped himself from ripping me apart, as he thought I was trying to make an attempt to attack him. He had realized at the last second that my worthless father had shoved me at him. But instead of killing me, he had turned me.
The others in the cave referred to me as "sister," and Long Fang sat by the fire with me, apologizing for what he had done. He explained that he had mostly full control of his wolf form and that he could teach me how to control mine. I was overwhelmed with the realization that I was now a werewolf, but at the same time, I felt a sense of belonging with these people who were like me. As I looked around the cave, I saw others in various states of transformation and knew that this was my new family.
As we sat by the fire, Long Fang was curious about the reasons behind my hatred for my father, but he sensed that it was a sensitive topic and refrained from pressing further. Instead, he warned me about the potential danger of strong emotions guiding my actions during my transformation. I took his words to heart and made a mental note to be cautious with my emotions. Then, I asked about Fang's reputation for killing "The white men," and he confirmed that it was mostly true, adding that any invaders who entered his territory were met with deadly force. He told me not to bring up the topic again, and I understood that it was a matter of survival for his pack. Despite the darkness of our conversation, I felt grateful to have found a new family, one that would accept me for who I was and teach me
I met Izabel Fang, or Izzy for short, and she became my mentor in the pack. Long Fang had told us that family names were meaningless now, and we were all orphans in a sense. He declared that we were all family and his Fangs if we were willing to follow him. It was a tight-knit community, and we all looked out for each other. Izzy's responsibility was to guide me until I could turn at will and learn to control my transformation. I asked her how we could gain control, and her answer was simple: "Because he turned you and me, we have a stronger bond to the wolf within us and can learn to control it with practice." While Izzy and I were discussing turning others, I made the mistake of asking how to do it. Suddenly, I heard his footsteps, and before I could react, Fang hit me from behind and grabbed me by the throat, lifting me off the ground. He shouted in my face, “You are never to turn people!” It was the first time I had seen Fang lose his composure, and it made me realize the seriousness of turning others without proper guidance and control.
After Fang let me down and warned me about the dangers of turning others, I couldn't help but notice the change in his demeanor. His claws were out, his teeth pointed, and he was more aggressive. He told me that a freshly turned new blood werewolf is unpredictable and dangerous. He also revealed that he had been keeping a close eye on me since the night he turned me, and that he would have killed me if I didn't listen to him when he came to collect me. As I asked him about my feelings towards him and why I felt the need to follow him, he explained that he was my alpha and the one who turned me, and that it was a natural instinct for me to feel drawn to him. I reassured him that my attraction was not sexual. "I do not have the overwhelming urge to have all your babies," I joked. But I couldn't deny that being close to him made me feel different.
During my training with Izzy, she asked how I could not know that Fang was our alpha. I was defensive and said I didn't want to assume anything just because we turn into wolves. Izzy found it amusing and spent the rest of the day teaching me how to turn at will, which I struggled with and almost bit my tongue off in the process. Despite my initial skepticism, I slowly started to accept my place in the pack and understand themimportance of having a strong alpha. I also found myself growing closer to Fang, not just as a leader, but as a friend and mentor. The more time I spent with him, the more I began to appreciate his wisdom and guidance. I had never felt so connected to anyone before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
“Long Fang told me to teach her so i did”
Izabel Alsidny Now known as Izzy Fang
I kicked the New Blood shortly after I woke up in the morning, as we had to go hunting and find food for the group. Despite my urging, she didn't immediately get up. I assumed that, coming from a wealthy background, she was not used to rising with the sun and slumming it like the working class. So, I shouted at her to get up and earn her keep. I made it clear that if she wanted to eat, she needed to contribute to the group's larders. She looked at me with anger in her eyes, though they weren't glowing, so I knew I was safe. Eventually, she groaned and stood up, her pink scars from the bite having faded. She walked over to where her clothes were and gave them a look of disdain before ultimately smiling. Then getting dressed.
As we ventured out of the cave, we wandered in a random direction, with Sarah looking around in wonder. I glanced back at her and teasingly asked, "What's going on New Blood? Looks like you're seeing the world for the first time?" She didn't respond, and we continued walking as the trees overhead began to block more and more light. Suddenly, I came to a halt, and Sarah walked right into me. Distraught, she exclaimed, "What!? Sorry, I was... this is all so new. I can hear things more clearly, things I've never heard before. And the scents are so different." The expression on her face was captivating, with her eyes glowing a light purple in excitement. It almost made me forget that she was capable of tearing me apart. The combination of her joy and heightened senses only added to her mystique. Sarah's cursed form had enhanced her natural beauty, adding an unexpected element of cuteness. It was a clever misdirection, as one could easily be caught off guard by her innocent-looking face while overlooking the deadly claws at her disposal, or the fact that her partner could be lurking just out of sight. It was reminiscent of the protective behavior of a female wolf, who might cower close to her mate under the snout on his chest to safeguard his throat. It was a tactical maneuver, covering one side to force any potential attacker to open themselves up to a counterattack. As I ruminated on these thoughts, my mind wandered off on a tangent.
Following my own advice, I focused on the sound of something moving over rocks and then water and then more rocks. We picked up the pace, and Sarah brought forth her claws instinctively, her animal side taking over. I had to watch her closely to make sure she didn't turn yet. As we ran, I noticed silver hairs sprouting from her skin, and her arms began to grow. "Oh no, she's turning already," I thought. Suddenly, she dropped down on all fours and started moving even faster. I had to turn into my wolf form to keep up with her. I didn't intend for Sarah to shift, but I couldn't help it. As she transformed, I shifted into my wolf form to keep up. However, I needed to refocus her attention on our mission, so I got as close as I could and willed my thoughts into her mind, scolding her for turning. To my surprise, she stopped and stood back up on two legs. Her wolf form was similar to Long Fang's, with a silver coat and less intense muscle mass. She was 6 and a half feet tall, with her shoulders and chest growing and widening. Despite her wolf form, she still had some femininity, which was not overly sexualized like in modern fanart. Her baggy clothes had done their job, thankfully. She seemed panicked and tried to speak, but the sound that came out was garbled and loud. I willed my thoughts into her mind again, telling her to calm down and to think of the words she was trying to say. Her words eventually came out gently in my head. “I'm not happening to me." I kneeled. "Sarah, focus." I closed my eyes and shifted back to my human form,
I watched as Sarah struggled to communicate in her wolf form. I reminded her to focus on the words she wanted to say and gently put them into my mind. Eventually, she got the hang of it and asked me how I was able to communicate like that. I smiled and told her it was Force of will, a matter of practicing and shared limited telepathy. I told her I was surprised that she was able to change like that, and I gestured to her new form, acknowledging her impressive ability. "It takes most new bloods months, sometimes years to control their shift. But you're doing it Instinctually. You changed with ease. It's impressive." Sarah, still in wolf form, looked at me, panting with excitement. I asked Sarah what she was thinking, and wanting, when she was running, and she explained that she wanted to run fast like a wolf. She concentrated on following the scent and noticed that she was moving faster. I told her that anything related to changing requires a strong force of will, and controlling it can be difficult. It seemed that she had managed to change unintentionally, and that realization had scared her. I explained to Sarah that changing requires her to “will it into being” . It can be challenging to control. She had managed to change unintentionally, and the realization had frightened her. To help her understand, I demonstrated by scratching the tree with my claws and willing them to shrink into the tree. My fingers moved through the bark with remarkable speed and little resistance.Following my own advice, I focused on the sound of something moving over rocks and then water and then more rocks. We picked up the pace, and Sarah brought forth her claws instinctively, her animal side taking over. I had to watch her closely to make sure she didn't turn yet. As we ran, I noticed silver hairs sprouting from her skin, and her arms began to grow. "Oh no, she's turning already," I thought. Suddenly, she dropped down on all fours and started moving even faster. I had to turn into my wolf form to keep up with her. I didn't intend for Sarah to shift, but I couldn't help it. As she transformed, I shifted into my wolf form to keep up. However, I needed to refocus her attention on our mission, so I got as close as I could and willed my thoughts into her mind, scolding her for turning. To my surprise, she stopped and stood back up on two legs. Her wolf form was similar to Long Fang's, with a silver coat and less intense muscle mass. She was 6 and a half feet tall, with her shoulders and chest growing and widening. Despite her wolf form, she still had some femininity, which was not overly sexualized like in modern fanart. Her baggy clothes had done their job, thankfully. She seemed panicked and tried to speak, but the sound that came out was garbled and loud. I willed my thoughts into her mind again, telling her to calm down and to think of the words she was trying to say. Her words eventually came out gently in my head. “I'm not happening to me." I kneeled. "Sarah, focus." I closed my eyes and shifted back to my human form,
I watched as Sarah struggled to communicate in her wolf form. I reminded her to focus on the words she wanted to say and gently put them into my mind. Eventually, she got the hang of it and asked me how I was able to communicate like that. I smiled and told her it was Force of will, a matter of practicing and shared limited telepathy. I told her I was surprised that she was able to change like that, and I gestured to her new form, acknowledging her impressive ability. "It takes most new bloods months, sometimes years to control their shift. But you're doing it Instinctually. You changed with ease. It's impressive." Sarah, still in wolf form, looked at me, panting with excitement. I asked Sarah what she was thinking, and wanting, when she was running, and she explained that she wanted to run fast like a wolf. She concentrated on following the scent and noticed that she was moving faster. I told her that anything related to changing requires a strong force of will, and controlling it can be difficult. It seemed that she had managed to change unintentionally, and that realization had scared her. I explained to Sarah that changing requires her to “will it into being” . It can be challenging to control. She had managed to change unintentionally, and the realization had frightened her. To help her understand, I demonstrated by scratching the tree with my claws and willing them to shrink into the tree. My fingers moved through the bark with remarkable speed and little resistance.
I took a deep breath after carving a chunk of the tree out. Then I heard Sarah's voice out loud and she giggled mischievously. With no instruction from me, she figured out how to shift back to her human form. She said, “I don't need to show off.” But then she summoned forth her claws and took a chunk out of the other side of the tree, causing it to fall down. I couldn't help but laugh at her antics. She was a natural at shifting, and it seemed like she was reveling in her newfound power. I couldn't blame her, it was an exhilarating feeling. I was impressed by her ability to control her shift so quickly, but at the same time, I was a bit wary. With that kind of power, she could easily get into trouble if she didn't learn to control herself. I made a mental note to keep a close eye on her and to make sure she learned to use her abilities responsibly.
Not wanting to be outdone, I shifted back to my wolf form and pushed out my thoughts, "But can you turn back though?" Sarah had a very concentrated look on her face, and after a few tense moments, she did it - she turned back at will. It was amazing, and at the same time, I felt wary. But to heck with that, my animal side demanded that I let out an excited howl. It reverberated through the woods, closely echoed by Sarah's howl. I could feel her excitement through our shared mental connection as she expressed her joy. It was a breakthrough moment for her, and I couldn't help but feel proud of her progress. As we both settled down, I noticed a flock of birds taking off from the nearby trees, their wings beating against the air as they flew into the sky. It was a beautiful sight, and I couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of nature. I turned to Sarah and suggested we continue our hunt, and she eagerly agreed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Together, we ran off into the forest, our bodies shifting effortlessly between human and wolf as we moved through the trees.
As we walked back to the pack with our haul, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how much progress Sarah had made in controlling her transformations. It was rare for new bloods to gain such control so quickly, and I knew that it wouldn't go unnoticed by Fang. I was pleased that I had been able to teach her so much in such a short amount of time.
When we arrived back at the camp, Fang was there waiting for us, his expression stern as he inspected our kills. He scolded us for turning while hunting, but his tone softened when he saw how much we had brought back. As we began to prepare the meat, I noticed Sarah eyeing the bear hungrily. I warned her that it was not good to eat raw meat as a new blood and urged her to stick to the deer. If she must feed the animalinside, it is easier for our bodies to handle raw deer meat. She reluctantly agreed, but I could tell that the temptation was still there.
As the night went on, Fang congratulated me on my progress, and I could feel the acceptance from my packmates. Being a former new blood, I remembered how it felt to be an outsider, but now I felt like a true member of the pack. It was satisfying to know that my hard work had paid off and that I had earned the respect of my alpha and my fellow werewolves. Looking around the campfire, I saw my new sister thriving and being embraced by the pack. It filled me with a sense of pride and belonging, and I knew that this was where I was meant to be.
After working with her for the next two weeks, Sarah's progress was astounding. She was able to instinctively turn parts of her body and do a full transformation at the drop of a hat. Fang took a special interest in her and would spar with her, putting on a show that could have sold tickets. The assigned training space was cleared, and they would train for hours with Fang pushing her to her limits. Despite the physical and mental strain, Sarah was thriving, and her control over her transformations was improving every day. The other members of the pack were in awe of her progress and started to show her more respect. I was amazed at how quickly she was adapting to her new life. It was evident that Sarah was destined for greatness among the pack and had found her true calling.
Just like Icarus and his father Daedalus, Sarah aimed too high. During a sparring session with Fang, she needed to be reminded that he was still the alpha
Sarah and Fang engaged in a sparring match, with the other members of the pack in the area watching in anticipation. Fang attacked high, trying to knock Sarah over, but she quickly ducked and moved to the side. Sarah retaliated by kicking Fang's legs out and performing a swift twirl. Fang got back up and threw a left hook followed by a right jab, but Sarah blocked his attack and delivered a quick left and right uppercut, causing Fang to spit up a bit of blood. Despite the intense match, it was clear that Sarah was becoming a formidable opponent. Fang aimed a high kick but Sarah was unable to dodge it and was hit in the chest. She rolled on the ground and punched it in frustration before getting up and jumping back into the fight, her eyes turning pink. Fang taunted her as she used her wolf speed to circle around him, then suddenly struck with a left hook and spun around, But Fang saw this coming and landed an elbow to her head, and Sarah fell to the ground once again. She gets up again, determined to keep fighting. With her speed advantage, she darts around Fang, trying to find an opening. Fang, on the other hand, uses his weight and experience to try to wear her down. They exchange blows, with Sarah weaving and dodging to avoid Fang's strikes. However, Fang manages to land a solid hit, sending Sarah flying back once again. She picks herself up and runs back at him, but Fang lifts his foot and kicks her away, using his weight to his advantage. Despite her determination and speed, Sarah is struggling to keep up with Fang's power and experience. Fang's claws leave a deep scratch across Sarah's face, causing her to stumble back. She growls, clearly angered by Fang's move. The pack members watching can sense the tension in the air as the two werewolves face off. Sarah charges forward again, using her speed to dodge Fang's attacks and get in close. She lands a series of punches and kicks, each one hitting with precision. Fang is caught off guard by her sudden ferocity and struggles to keep up. It was obvious she would win, her control over her wolf form and her quick thinking giving her the edge she needed to defeat the older and more experienced Fang.
Fang's anger fueled him as he launched a flurry of strikes and slashes at Sarah. She tried her best to dodge and block, but his experience and strength proved to be too much for her. Finally, he landed a blow that knocked her down to the ground, and the packmates watching let out a collective gasp. But despite the pain, Sarah refused to stay down. With a fierce roar, she charged at Fang once again, using her speed and agility to evade his attacks and land quick strikes of her own. Fang and Sarah both turned into their beast forms, their fur bristling and their teeth bared. They circled each other, growling and snarling, both determined to come out on top. The pack watched in awe as the two beasts fought with a ferocity that was rarely seen. It was clear that neither of them was willing to back down, and the battle continued for what seemed like an eternity.
As the fight dragged on, it became clear that Sarah was outmatched. Fang landed a blow on her ribs that would have been fatal for a human. She cried out in pain and tried to rise again, but he gave her a vicious kick to her ribs, and the sound of bones breaking echoed through the clearing. At this point, I knew I had to intervene before things got even more out of hand.
"Fang, that's enough!" I yelled, running towards them. Fang turned to face me, still in beast form, his eyes blazing with fury. "Stay out of this, Izzy," he growled. "This is pack business." I stood my ground, facing him with my arms crossed. "You've gone too far," I said firmly. "You're going to kill her if you continue." Fang snarled, but he eventually lowered his head and backed away from Sarah. She lay on the ground, whimpering and bleeding, her body wracked with pain.
I knelt beside her, trying to comfort her as best I could. "It's going to be alright, Sarah," I said softly. "I've got you."
The sound of Sarah's screams as we re-broke her ribs was unbearable. It was a brutal reminder that Fang had gone too far, causing harm to one of his own pack members without bothering to check if she was healing properly. Sarah's ability to heal quickly was both a gift and a curse; bones that were not set properly could heal in the wrong position, causing pain and discomfort. Fang seemed to have ignored this fact, re-breaking her ribs and causing even more harm than necessary.
As I replayed the fight in my head, I realized that Sarah had been holding back during the sparring session. It was only when Fang had used his claws that she had started to fight back, but it wasn't enough. I wondered if Sarah had been taught to use her claws and enhanced speed more effectively, would we have been able to take Fang down? However, I quickly reminded myself that Fang was still my alpha, and I shouldn't be thinking about turning on him.
But the question still lingered in my mind: why had Fang been so ruthless with Sarah, someone from his own pack? Sarah had been a loyal member of the pack since she arrived here, and there was no apparent reason for Fang to attack her so brutally. I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the situation than what met the eye. Maybe Fang felt threatened by Sarah's growing skills and abilities, or perhaps he was struggling with personal issues that caused him to lash out. Whatever the reason, it was clear that something needed to be done to prevent this from happening again.