Jake's pov
Standing among the other latent wolves, I kept my shoulders squared and my breathing steady even though I was scared inside.
I had been chanting a single mantra in my head: I will not die. No matter what they throw at me.
Then the game master opened his mouth and killed that hope.
"A new rule," Un declared. "The Latents and the Elites will play together until the end of the tournament."
The arena erupted.
A wolf is a wolf, but a predator who hasn't sharpened his claws is just a target. Brutality might be in our blood, but the Elites lived for it. We just lived with it.
"No! This can't be!"
"We haven't had the training!"
"You're sending us to be slaughtered!"
"You can't throw us in with them!"
The uproar from the latent ranks was a wave of pure terror and definitely wasn't misplaced.
The scrawny, red haired guy was shaking beside me.
I looked up searching the faces in the stands for Mai. I needed to see her because this might be the last chance I got.
