Brent grinds his teeth now, as if their act of brotherly friendship infuriates him, then calls us all to attention. It appears he’s still pissed at Hunter and Patrick, and he needs to lay off.
I bet he’s just jealous that he wasn’t invited to guy’s night...
“Right, listen up, fuck twits. This is our first match of the games, and we need to score high enough so we can make it to the next round. We cannot lose today. Even though I warnedsomeof us to be on our best behavior and not turn up drunk, I expect only the best from you. Do I make myself clear?”
No one replies to the sanctimonious bastard’s question. He thinks he’s so perfect because he’s disciplined. I bet he was in bed by ten pm last night and up at three am, doing press-ups.
How I’d love to see his press-ups...
Declan pumps a fist in the air, and he’s the only one who seems to give a shit what the beta has to say. “Yeah! Let’s do this!”
Brent bares his fangs. “Shut the fuck up, Maloney.”
Declan zips it.
Brent exhales next, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if he’s surrounded by idiots. Yet the only idiot I see here is him.
The alpha’s idiot.
A moment of pause. All the while, the crowd chants, and they’re loving the show of exotic dancers as they wait for the first game.
Hunter was heartbroken that he missed the dancers this year.
Brent continues. “The first game is an obstacle course, and a test of our team’s strength and compatibility. It determines whether we’ll even have a chance at competing in the rest of the tournament. The Northern Pack usually loses at this round. The last time we made it to the second was twentyyearsago. We cannot lose today. Since two of our team members arematesthis year, I thought we may just have a chance. You can both use mind speak...”
He’s talking about me and Patrick. Paddy and Hunter told me that Brent knows about the three of us. I was already aware since I caught him spying on us that one time, but he fails to mention Hunter, too.
Heck, he fails to include himself in that equation. I technically have three mates, and all three of my mates at one point have shared telepathic thoughts. Brent and I haven’t used our telepathic connection in weeks, but I know it’s still there. I’m sure if the four of us worked together, then the other four can follow suit.
Tiffany, Chelsea, and Annabel have been friends for years. They’ve been a team much longer than me and my guys have, and Declan is just... well, Declan. But I’m sure the big lug can follow along too.
My heart pounds as I think we may just stand a chance. Also, the idea of being able to work in sync with my three mates has me feeling as if I’m walking on air.
I know Brent has these exact thoughts too, as well as my other two mates. I can still sense his thoughts a little.
We still have the bond. There’s no denying it. We may not all see eye to eye, but I’m sure when thrown into the deep end, we can come up with some strategy.
The obstacle course changes every year. So we have no idea how it will pan out.
Butterflies flap around in my stomach. I’m so nervous. But I know with my three mates by my side, I’ll be okay.
A voice booms outside our tent, and it looks like the first round is about to begin.
Shit.
Here goes nothing.