AMARA’S POV

“Feeling hot?” Morganna asked me as she sat in her usual position away from the field. I nodded.

“Yeah, it feels like I’m coming down with a fever or something,” I said, wiping off the beads of sweat that formed at the top of my head.

I was fine just yesterday, suddenly I was so hot. The crazy part was that it was incredibly windy out here. I knew I wasn’t sick, but at the same time it felt like I was.

Perhaps it was part of the effects of my training.

“You ...