Bertha’s POV
Cheerleading is an absolute favorite thing for me. Matilda and I are both leaders of our respective teams, Sharks and Bears. I’m in the base position, and my job is to support the flyer in her stunts, but I missed it. If it weren’t for Cara, the spotter—whose job is basically to keep us from breaking bones—Sidney would probably have a broken arm or something.
I can feel Matilda's smug little smirk, and it makes my skin prickle. I try to brush it off, explaining to a wide eyed Cara that I missed my cue because I'm sensing my mate. It only sounds slightly less ridiculous out loud than it does in my head, but it’s the truth.
Just as I’m about to get back into it, I pick up my pom-poms, and then—out of nowhere—Ziggy, my inner wolf, starts up. She’s getting all antsy, tugging at
