Two days passed by so fast, and the boys eagerly trained under Massimo for the tournament. They can’t be so relax about the tournament. Pureblood lycans will compete, and they really fight with brute strength and speed. And it’s a slight disadvantage for them who was used to using their gifts and weapons.
The night before the tournament, the boys just got off their additional training with Massimo. They’re all plopped on the ground, tired but satisfied with the training.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?”Massimo asked them.
“Maybe.”Seb said, fiddling his fingers.
Massimo let out a sigh, feeling the boys’ nervousness.
“Are you scared? Nervous?”Massimo asked, and the boys all looked down and nodded.
“Why?”He asked again, and then Fiero looked up to him.
“Why? Who wouldn’t be nervous
