Amie
The days after the second game passed by fast. We kept to ourselves most of the time. Finlay and Sam had met up with the Cayote Hill pack to talk about a possible joint feast in spring. I had spent my days training, relaxing and strategizing with Jake. We were both worried about the games, which would be more mentally challenging. If the physical games were this strategic, then how hard would the strategic games be? I was sitting at the sundeck out back, reading. Sam plopped down in the chair next to me and took my book.
“Hey!” I objected and tried to snatch it back.
“You need to relax. We are doing good, it’s okay to do other things than prep,” he told me, keeping the book away from me.
“I know we are doing good. I’m trying to make sure we continue to do so,” I said.
“We will. A
