They spent the whole of the afternoon in the middle of the shore. Every wolf was riled up and was in the effect of going at each other amidst the fight of the Deltas. Wet sand kicked at the faces of the watchers. The fighters had sweat dripping down their chin and their hairs smacking on their foreheads.
Shirtless and reckless in their attempts to pin the opponent to the ground.
"Look who's giving a good fight," Shawn folded his arms and smirked in excitement.
"Not bad for a girl," Ruben snorted.
"Let me show you bad," Eve grunted.
She lifted a foot from the ground, raising a heap of sand at the Deltas in anticipation. The dirt got on their moist bodies. They didn't mind and cheered on.
Ruben slanted backward, and her foot went over his torso. Bits of sand from under her feet crumbled on his chest.
"Oh what a cheap shot," he teased.
"You are nothing," her face contorted.
He dodged her kicks like many others.
