The first match was over. Nathaniel had won, and Jared—may he rest in peace... or pieces—had been escorted off to the dogs. Whatever that meant... I wasn’t exactly eager to find out.
The second match hadn’t even started, and I was already on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. Sure, I wasn’t the one sprinting across a frozen wasteland, but watching my friends compete had my heart working overtime.
From my place among the Lycan crowd, I watched Chanelle and William greet Nathaniel with loud cheers and hearty pats on the back as he made his way toward them.
The whole time I watched them, something inside me simmered slowly. I just wasn’t sure what.
My attention shifted to the right when I caught Lucas approaching from the corner of my eye. The moment he stopped beside me, every mus
