Timothy's POV
The Crimson Ridge Arena is smaller than ours, but the atmosphere is twice as electric. I pull my hood up and slide sunglasses on even though we're indoors. The last thing I need is someone recognizing me.
I'm three hours away from home, sitting in the nosebleed seats like some kind of stalker. But I couldn't stay away.
Penelope's team made it to the tournament semifinals, and the game is being broadcast on the local sports network. I could have watched from home like a normal person. Instead, I drove here at midnight and got a hotel room under a fake name.
Kael has been unusually quiet during the trip, but I can feel him watching through my eyes, just as invested as I am.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Frostfang Wolves!" The announcer's voice booms through the
