Chapter 12

"Are you ready to meet your maker?" Zed whispers to me.

Inhaling a long shaky breath, I roll out my shoulders in attempt to shake off the tension. I barely slept last night, Hardin has spent hours debating with the Elders to switch my opponent. Judging by Zeds words, I know Hardin failed to convince them.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I say softly.

"He's going to taunt you, as long as you stay in control, you win." Zed assures me.

Nodding, I take a deep breath. Control, the one thing I do have over myself. Knowing that comforts me, even if I know the beating that he's going to give me may just put me out for the count.

"Where's Hardin?" I ask, my nerves haywire.

I needed him with me, I needed his comfort, I needed to know that he's still going to stand at my side no matter what happens. But most importantly, I needed my mate for emotional support, just having him close does wonders.

"He'll be here." Zed promises, squeezing my shoulder as if to calm down my fear.

Nodding, I inhale slowl