Muscle Guy puffed out his chest. "They're scouting me for sure. I crushed that frog."
"Yeah, after kissing the wall," Lisa muttered under her breath. Kyle bit back a laugh.
Wolfe ignored them, pulling a tablet from his jacket. He tapped it, squinting at the screen. "Results are in. When I call your name, step forward. If you're scouted, they'll tell you where to go. If not, sit your butt back down."
The room went quiet, tension thick as mud. Kyle's stomach twisted.
'Scouted? Me?'
He didn't even know what that meant, really—just that it sounded big. Better than hauling scrap, that's for sure. But after that messy wolf fight? No way. He'd probably freaked them out more than impressed them.
Wolfe started reading. "Ken—" Muscle Guy stepped up, grinning like an i***t. "—scouted by Iron Fa
