Roman was dead.
He had fallen down the cliffside, and no one had even bothered to go down for him. But who would? The terrain was too steep, and the wind was extremely strong.
The second event had commenced two days later, and the school had chosen the archer's range cliffside as the location, the free face to be exact. So right now, everyone was basically hanging on for their lives.
So far, four people hadn't been so successful. Roman included.
And everyone apart from Theo had been forced to transform into their wolf form, because it was a little easier that way. Longer claws to stick deeper into the stone, a bigger body to go against the wind and more refined senses.
Everyone had changed except her.
And everyone could see that she hadn't changed, or rather, she refused to. The moment she did, that would be the end of her.
