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We didn’t need the ability to communicate for me to know this match was personal for Tyler. I’d made him angry during the first game, and he’d been waiting for the opportunity to get even.

This was his chance.

Tyler closed the distance between us. I had no space to run.

When he lunged, I braced myself for impact.

We collided. I used Tyler’s momentum to roll us backwards. I landed on top of him, our limbs awkwardly tangled, but I managed to use the position to my advantage.

My claws lengthened, and I slashed his snout.

Tyler hissed and pressed the side of his snout against the ground, out of my reach.

I swiped again, aiming for his chest.

Before I could made contact, Tyler bucked. I flew forward and landed painfully on my side. I hopped up and ran. Tyler’s teeth grazed my hind leg, not enough to latch on, but enough to make me wince and draw blood.

A wave of anger flowed through me, causing me to stumble.

Tyler barreled into my hind legs. I tumbled, rolling twice. When I got my feet under me, I quickly turned around and braced for another attack.

Tyler stood in front of me, but he didn’t attack.

He rubbed his snout with his front paw, trying to clear away the blood and grass hindering his vision. His preoccupation gave me a much-needed reprieve.

I backed away, wondering if I had enough energy for another round of chase, when a tug pulled my chest.

Like a magnet, my eyes were drawn to Asher. He stood in the middle of the crowd, but I only saw him. His blue eyes blazed, and his face was a mask of fury.

Another wave of anger pulsed through me, filling me with shock.

Did I feel Asher’s anger?

Was it an effect of the bond?

I didn’t have time to dwell on the matter.

Tyler came for me again. Once again, I evaded.

He rolled in the grass, and I raced away. I couldn’t let Tyler catch me. I’d been lucky the first time, but if he had the chance to pin me again, I knew the match would be over.

Tyler stayed hot on my heels. I moved left, then swiftly pivoted right. I was small and nimble. Each maneuver slowed Tyler down, making it a little easier to continue evading him.

I was beginning to believe I might have a chance to avoid him for the entire match when pressure built in my lungs, and fatigue weighed on my muscles.

It felt like I’d been running for hours, not minutes. I was in great shape, and I knew I shouldn’t be so tired already. It only took me two seconds to recognize this was the work of the sorcerers.

The Coastal Pack’s plan had commenced.

I fought through the discomfort, trying to ignore my fear.

My tongue rolled out of my mouth as I panted. The pressure built. I could barely breathe.

The sorcerers were clever.

To anyone watching, it would look like I’d used up my energy. Only my pack members would find it strange. No one else knew about my high endurance.

I forced my paws to keep moving. Like hell would I make this easy for Tyler.