14. Ylfa
We emerge from thetent to the sound of screams, and for a moment, I feel like a gladiator as all eight of us enter the ring.
We look so bad ass. Brent takes the lead, his chest pressed forward as his burning gray eyes light a path ahead of us. Hunter and Patrick follow a step behind, the latter keeping his eyes on the ground. The former, however, walks with his typical playboy swagger, blowing kisses at the crowd of screaming fangirls, and he’s such a showoff.
I will destroy those females, and he knows it. I bet he’s picturing it right now, the bastard.
Chelsea and Annabel flank my sides, always making sure they keep a step behind me, but Tiffany walks at my pace.
Then there’s Declan, taking the rear. He roars, throwing his arms up in the air, and the crowd erupts. Next, his hand goes down to the bulge in his pants, and fuck me... he’s getting off to all the applause. The sicko.
We’re not the only ones who have emerged from their tents. All eight teams have emerged too, and I spy Agatha leading the Southern Pack, and it appears they have female betas down south.
That’s new.
I bet they have female alphas, too. Awesome.
Most of Agatha’s team are female, and a shiver courses through my body when I spy all those strong, capable woman fighters. Shit.
I’ve never seen so many scary looking chicks. They make Natasha look like a pup in comparison, who was always the strongest female I knew. They all sport shaved hairstyles and tribal looking braids, and they’ll tear us apart.
I’m with Paddy. Let’s just shit bricks in our pants instead of facing them. It’s better to run and hide and not stay and fight with that lot.
I think the two males at the back of her team are just there to appeal to the male demographic, but they needn’t bother. I bet the Southern Pack is just like most typical wolf packs but in reverse; the males are like the second-class citizens, bemoaning how they don’t get enough representation. For humans, it was the same. Women got the short end of the stick in all walks of life, from politics, science, and we’re paid less too.
Agatha and the other females of her team wear an X on their faces, and it looks like war paint. I don’t fail to see the blood too, and I bet that blood came from...
Luna above. I don’t want to even let my mind wander there. The X represents the female chromosome; I’ll just think about that.
My eyes fall on the Eastern Pack, and holy moon... Persephone Waters looks more regal in daylight.
A true queen as four men carry her on a litter, and the exotic beauty has gone all out for her grand entrance.
She has a fair mixture of men and women in her team, and it appears they have a male beta, like us. He keeps smiling over at her, and I take it he’s her mate.
My gut wrenches. A queen needs her beta after all, and I focus on Brent’s toned back. He still has his shirt on, but it will soon come off as we all take our marks.
That’s where we are all headed.
We stop at our starting points. A mark has been designated to each of us as we stare down a race track.
My heart relaxes. Just a race track. Thank the stars.
However, the track vanishes into a forest up ahead, and my stomach roils when I think about all the traps we will encounter once we enter.
If only I could predict the future.
The Western Pack takes their place beside us, and I spy Ivor, the large Viking looking beta. Their team is mixed with men and women, too. Although the females are smaller than Agatha’s team, their hardly fragile. They all have braids, similar war paint, and look as if they could rip me apart.