The Fight Pit’s Champion Only Obeys Me

Chapter 1

In a future where humans and beastfolk lived side by side, equality did not catch on nearly as fast as the tech did, most beastfolk still depended on humans to get by.

On the streets, it was normal to see people taking their beloved beastfolk out for a walk.

Most of them ended up as pets, nannies, bodyguards.

Some were even used to handle certain private needs.

I had never adopted a beastfolk before, but at twenty-five, I stepped into the Beastfolk Adoption Center for the first time.

The hallway was clean and bright. Through the glass panels along the walls, beastfolk of all ages and species came into view.

Most of the ones housed here were strays, or those who could not survive on their own.

The moment they noticed someone walking by, they rushed up to the glass, showing off tails and ears, trying to catch a human’s eye.

To the left, a young dog-type beastfolk pressed both hands to the glass, tail wagging so hard it was a blur.

Next door, a black cat had been tucked inside a pile of clothes, making the fabric bulge. The black-haired boy shook his ears, then hopped up to the glass with a light, quick step.

He folded his arms, giving every passing human a proud, unimpressed stare.

Further down, there were even more varieties.

A raccoon with a huge tail dragging behind, a hamster with round ears, a black snake sprawled lazily on a decorative tree branch.

Jason Reed was immediately drawn to the snake and practically plastered himself to the glass to get a better look.

“His true form is a black kingsnake, he had a checkup not long ago, he’s very healthy,” the staff member said, introducing him.

They talked for only a short while before Jason signed the adoption papers.

Then both of them turned their attention back to me.

“Do you have any preferences for the beastfolk you’d like to adopt, I can make some recommendations.”

“Oh, him, he’s easy,” Jason said, waving a hand. “Just find someone sweet, obedient, and healthy.”

Jason looked around, trying to spot a good match for me.

“He’s been single for years, do him a favor and pick someone with a strong body.”

That kind of request was nothing new.

Beastfolk were generally tougher than humans. They could offer a kind of intensity humans could not, so most people chose an obedient beastfolk to fill the companion role and take care of their needs.

The staff member did not even blink, flipping through a roster of suitable candidates.

My eyes, however, were pulled to a room at the end of the hall.

Behind the glass, a dog-type beastfolk sat in a wheelchair.

Maybe he did not expect anyone to notice him, Cole Bennett looked startled.

He kept his head down, fiddling with the tail pinned awkwardly against the backrest, doing his best to ignore my gaze.

I stopped at the glass, then before I knew it, I leaned my forehead against it.

“His name is Cole Bennett. His true form is a Czechoslovak Wolfdog. His situation is… complicated. He was trained as a fighting dog from childhood and forced into matches,” the staff member said.

“About half a month ago, we found him on the side of the road.”

“Looks like the fight pit dumped him because of his body. Both legs took heavy trauma and suffered fractures to varying degrees. It’ll be hard for him to fully recover.”

The staff member flipped through the booklet in his hands. “If you like this breed, the Center…”

“No,” I cut him off. “I want him.”

“Cal Parker, you’re not even going to look around?” Jason leaned in, copying me and pressing his head to the glass. “Why pick a disabled pup, when you could get a healthy one.”

My gaze slid down past Cole’s trembling ears.

I thought about it for a second, then said, “Yeah, but he’s big.”

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