It took me a half second to calculate the imaginary hands on a clock face and I barely missed the spear that landed in the dirt by my feet.
We switched positions again as I growled. “Use left, right, north, south. Anything but a damn clock.”
John’s deep laughter bellowed from his chest as a spear sailed through the air, going wide. Another handful of Alphas gathered at the starting line.
It was Chad’s snarling face that caught my attention. He looked like a child throwing a tantrum as he chucked his spear and shifted into his wolf midair.
I didn’t have time to laugh for long. “Duck!”
John dropped to the ground behind me as the spear flew over our heads. Chad had aimed directly for us instead of a target. The bastard.
I was going to enjoy winning.
“I’m too old for this shit.” John sc
