‘He’s a good Alpha. We usually get along. He’s strong, but I think he will fight fair. It will be an interesting match,’ Finlay told me. I was about to tell him again how much I hated this game when his face grew dark. I looked at what he was reading. I was to face one of the warriors of his old pack. I felt myself going pale. I had been insisting the brutes from the Ocean shore pack wouldn’t be as dominant as everyone thought, but now I admitted to being royally screwed.
‘You will step out of the ring the second the signal goes off,’ Finlay told me.
‘I might win,’ I insisted. Mostly because I hated the thought of surrendering, not so much because I believed it.
‘Red, nothing is worth you taking that risk. We know they are not going to play fair,’ he told me.
‘They won’t win anything i
