Friedrich’s POV
What better place to find a human to turn than Bertha’s school? I get to see her and maybe even ask her opinion on who might be the right choice. And really, where else to size up a human than out on the sports field? So here I am, perched on the rooftop in a shadowed corner, completely out of sight but with the perfect view of it all.
My focus should be on the rugby game below, on the players who could make decent candidates. But that’s the last thing on my mind because there she is—Bertha, out on the field in that cheer uniform that’s doing absolutely nothing to help me concentrate. Every time she moves, it’s like a punch to my chest.
At first, she’s doing great—nailing every jump, every cheer. But then she stumbles. Her friends turn, throwing her the kind of look that
