As the large male came up to her, she could tell that he was irritated that he got stuck with her. Pulling herself to her shaky legs she stalked away, moving as far away from the rest of the wolves as she could. Once she was pleased with her distance she sat with her back to the yellow and gray man. "I won't fight," she stated, her body freezing with the fear that even the thought of fighting. "Go find yourself a real partner. I will take whatever beating that bitch wants to deal out, but I will not fight," even though her vocals were shaky, she was set in her way of thinking. She didn't even really care about the baby within her, she didn't want this anyways. It was about herself, about her won damn morals. To draw blood for the sake of getting stronger? That is how killers were made. It was going to take a lot of convincing to get her to fight.
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