After leaving the whole tournament arena behind, Amelia and the other werewolves headed back to the Crimson Moon Pack with gladdened and victorious hearts.
They had given it their all at the tournament and had won.
They were all seated in the mini van that was taking them back to their pack.
"Amelia you look gloomy, its almost as if we lost rather than won. If you arrive looking like this, our pack wolves will be fooled." Ariel who was seated right next to Amelia laughed teasingly and grabbed onto her arm, leaning her head against her like a tired cat.
Amelia winced in pain and quickly tried to wipe it off her face.
Her back and body were still bruised from when Xavier had handled her roughly earlier but she could not tell that to them.
Her mind was filled with a large array of thoug
