The air was charged with anticipation, the electricity cackling with every step I took, and it didn’t help the way I was feeling.
My palms were wet with perspiration, little beads of sweat clinging to my forehead, but I made no effort to wipe them clean; instead, I focused on pulling my pants up to my waist.
I should have told Toby. Maybe he would have helped me to relax; hearing his voice and cheers should be enough to calm my nerves, but I had kept my mouth shut, refusing to tell him.
I had on camouflage shorts and a brown singlet, just something to hide the blood with, and I wrapped my hands with bandages.
I could hear the excitement in the pack as they gathered outside where the fight was going to take place, and my legs were already leading me towards the window, but I stopped mys
