The medical team came to check on all of us and bring more water and food. Once everyone is cleared. We are all brought back to the sparring side of the arena and allowed to sit while we listen for instructions for tomorrow. I sit with my team and lose track of how many protein bars I smash as Nic

Sierra moves to sit on my right side and he slowly moves to my left while the rest of the guys look dumbfounded at my request. They don’t get to be rude and treat me like a toy they don’t want to share, so they can learn to act like decent people or suffer. Xander flops next to me, but wisely keep

“I’m not sure what you mean, honey, but we can do that, I guess.” She’s still looking at me funny. With that I nodded and began to undress, trying to keep my back to them as much as possible, but I won’t have much control when my wolf starts to take over to shift. My shift was quick, but I didn’t

“Of course, Smalls, but this time you’re mine!” Kota swings me on his back and starts running. The rest of the guys are laughing and running to catch up. It took us no time to run to the packhouse which was completely overflowing with people. The front doors were thrown wide open and groups of pe

“So you're telling me, you would know who was standing next to you based on our scent and eye color alone? Even if we were dressed exactly the same?” Kota asks. “Yeah, probably.” I shrug. “Our parents can’t even do that.” Cam says. His tone is strange, like disbelief. “Okay, you guys are being