Sweat, dust, and tension were all oppressed in the pit. Rascals circled me in a wide circle, and their accusations were more savage than steel.

The glimmer of hungry faces was captured by the morning sun's slanted rays as it surged through the trees. A performance was what they desired.

They sought evidence that their wolfless Luna was merely a frail joke next to Michael. And Maya is on the other side of me.

Her eyes were like sharpened glass, her figure was relaxed but prepared, and ...