Hope POV
It's difficult to say how nervous I am as we arrive at the trials. To qualify for it, we have to win against a competitor of King Julian's choosing. I have no doubts that I will have to fight against a man, but the thought doesn't faze me as much as I had anticipated. I know the King will be fair, matching skills, and trying to enforce proper protocol. Still, it's nerve-wracking when I see the stadium and the number of people who will be watching. I swallow hard while Liam holds my hand and gently squeezes it.
"You'll do fine. Remember, you are a white wolf now. Not to mention, Autumn's been working you pretty hard. You've got this."
"Yes, but nobody knows I'm a white wolf," I argued back. "Don't you think that's unfair? It gives me an advantage over the others. Not that I car
