TRISTAN

The sparring circle formed quickly. Like everyone was waiting for the matchup. Of course they were. They all wanted blood just like me. Good. This rage building in my chest was beginning to feel unbearable. And Zion was standing across from me looking like a lost pup. Nervous. That irked me more than it should’ve. This whole innocent act was starting to feel deliberate. Strategic. Maybe it’s time to beat the truth out of him. 

“Alright boys, let’s make this ...