Ayla’s POV
“And that’s our final five teams!” the coordinator announced.
Applause broke out. From the sidelines, Sienna was practically bouncing, clapping wildly at me.
I let out a shaky breath.
Derek glanced at me, something like pride flickering in his eyes. “You were incredible.”
I ducked my head, heat creeping up my neck.
After a short break, we were called back again.
The coordinator raised the microphone again, silencing the field.
“For this final challenge,” she said, “you will still be competing as teams but you will run the course individually.”
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
“Each teammate must complete the course on their own,” she continued. “Your combined performance will determine which three teams place at the top. That means speed matters. Strategy matters.
