Lilieth
All three pairs of eyes in the room land on me.
"No," I repeat. "I'm not going home. I'll fight first."
"Are you crazy?" Timmon counters. A pause poses like he's expecting me to answer that question. I don't because I suspect everyone in this room knows the answer to that by now. "How can you fight in this condition? Have you taken a look at your leg?"
"Timmon," Alpha Cadeon says in warning as he cuts his brother a look. Timmon presses his lips together and Cadeon's gaze lands on my face once more. "I don't think it's wise for you to fight in this state. You'd never heal on time and the consequences of causing further damage to an injury are severe."
My throat hurts from fighting back tears. I'm angry at the injustice of it all—at the cowardice. The fact that they can get awa
