Finlay
“I am going.” Ramses stood fully dressed, ready to walk to the stadium with us for the seventh game.
“Ramses,” I said.
“No. I’m fine. My shoulder doesn't hurt, I’m a little stiff, but it won’t stop me. It’s better that we use me at eighty percent than we are a wolf short,” he insisted. I was about to order him back to bed when Amie put her hand on my arm and stepped in between us.
“Ramses, we are just worried about the long recovery. You are needed here. Your contribution to the games has been undeniable. Just remember that in ten days we will be going home. We need you just as much back home, if not more. Should we risk your health for the rest of your life?” Amie asked.
“I promise you, Beta, I can do this. I know my body and it will be able to handle this.” Amie sighed.
“How
