Coach White lectures us for at least a half hour while we get suited up in gear. We’re all dressed in helmets and chest protectors and all sorts of nonsense I don’t think we need. We’re all wolves with the ability to heal ourselves.
Finally, he breaks us off into teams. I’m on Archer’s team and I can sense the dread behind his eyes. He knows if we lose, Beau will never let him live it down. We’re lined up across from Beau’s team. He’s glaring daggers into my soul. Debbie’s to my right. The gear doesn’t fit her properly. The gun looks awkward in her hand.
“Alright!” Coach White shouts from the stans. “All things go. Work together and don’t get shot!”
He blows the whistle and everyone darts off. Debbie and I take a few seconds to kick into gear. I try and fly behind a barrier. There’s a
