Joyce’s POV

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!”

“Yes!” I squealed as my pig crossed the finish line in the muddy arena, outpacing the other filthy pigs.

“Give it up, folks, for the Redhead Wonder!” the announcer bellowed, rattling the microphone. A couple of tall, muscular men hoisted me into the air, and one swung me onto his shoulders, my legs draped across his chest as the crowd roared.

Suah, Gordon, Storm, Marco, and Nael had been barred from every event. They were faster, ...