Justin’s POV:
The sound of a horn blasting jolts me awake and I fall from my cot onto the ground. I scramble to my feet as I grab my shirt and rush towards the noise. I have been with the council for a couple of days now, and this is the first morning I have been woken up by the horn. Part of me thinks this means we are under attack, but the lack of urgency from everyone else tells me that’s not the case. As I throw my shirt over my head, I hear people cheering and what sounds like grunting. I run towards the crowd and push my way through to see what is happening.
“Oh, come on little wolf. You’ve got to be better than that.” A guy looks like he just got punched in the face as he spits out blood. Another guy stands with his hands at the ready in front of his body. The two of them get int
