Sam’s POV “Wake up, sis, we are here,” Jake says with a smooth, calm voice while he gently rubbed my shoulder for me to wake up. I stared out the window and realized it was just a dream. Or a nightmare, whatever you would like to call it. I was thankful. This year being it the 100th evening games, we would not be practicing at the old camp, close to the Black Wolf's territory. And to be honest, that was the only reason I had accepted to participate again. The thoughts of the Black Wolf pack made me shiver of terror, and I didn’t want to be close to that area again. Never again. I had a habit of getting into trouble, and I could recall many situations where I had been too drunk to realize my mistake. And even sober, I would get myself into trouble. Jesus, I thought. If Jake only knew half of it… The last year I worked at a nightclub, and boy, did that sit well with Lily. She thrived in that sort of surrounding—cunning people for extra tips, or even worse, participating in gambling a
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