Erin’s POV
My eyes have accustomed to the dark. I’m able to make out Florence’s form in the dark. I know her wolf eyes have no difficulties and can see me clearly.
We’ve been talking in hushed whispers for the last two hours. A part of me keeps expecting her to laugh and say “the joke is on you”, but wishes are just drops in the ocean.
It’s not that I disbelieve her, it’s just that what she has been saying is so far beyond my worst nightmare, I’m struggling to accept her words. To accept them is to accept my possible fate.
She began by confirming my worst nightmare: “You and the others who were chosen will be taken to the arena. It’s basically just the Dales and the adjoining forest, not a real arena. You will be released into the Dales at sunset, an hour later a siren will sound and
