“No, thanks, I’ve got enough adrenaline pumping through my veins. I
don’t need to give myself a heart attack.” I leaned forward to check my laces,
but mainly to hide my nerves.
Another whistle had my stomach churning, and Casey clapped me on the
back. “Time to kick some ass, wolfsbane.”
Clipping the straps of my white helmet, I glared at my idiot cousin.
“Don’t ever call me that.”
“Feisty! Make me proud.” He winked at me, and I spun, skating
unsteadily after my teammates onto the rink.
Zara had given me a crash course on the rules, and I’d spent a whole day
watching YouTube videos so that I wouldn’t make a complete fool of
myself…though my chances of abject humiliation were still decent with only
a few practices under my belt.
“You should have told me who we’d be up against,” I whispered to Zara
as I eyed my opponents.
She raised a brow at me. “You getting cold feet already? I figured you’d
want to kick some werewolf ass after all they’ve done. Now get in position,
and don’t make me regret this.”
Oh, she would definitely be regretting this.
I lined up beside my three teammates. We were the blockers, and our goal
was to thwart Sam from getting past us while ensuring that Rayne got
through and to the front. The werewolf team would be doing the opposite.
I narrowed my eyes at Sam, who was shooting the shit with Rayne as they
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positioned themselves behind us. As if sensing my attention, she met my gaze
with a flash of amusement.
I did want to kick some werewolf ass, starting with Sam. I’d saved her
from the clutches of the blood drainers, and we’d had a bit of a bond, but our
last conversation had ended with her telling me to keep my dirty little LaSalle
hands and lips off her alpha. Not that I wanted anything to do with him, but