For seven straight days, they had played this game. For seven straight days, Ashleigh had lost.
Normally, Ashleigh wouldn’t have minded these games, sure, she hated losing, but the game itself was quite fun. Capture the flag with more realistic consequences.
There was no permanent damage, all injuries were immediately addressed by a physician in the arena, and really all anyone was left with were aches and maybe some bruising. But during the battle, it was all very real.
Ashleigh’s goal was to reach the safe zone, up the hill, and over the downed log. Every other wolf’s goal was to stop Ashleigh.
Each day, Fiona brought in another wolf. They were currently up to thirteen, plus Fiona.
After the first round, she knew she couldn’t let Caleb see what was happening. If Fiona wanted to test her, she was willing to go along with it. Caleb, on the other hand, would have thrown a fit if he knew.
Ashleigh sat in her room with an ice pack on her shoulder when her phone rang.
