Chapter Thirteen

Elle POV

"Okay, the first pairing in the ring is..." Damon's voice calls out amongst us; he pauses for a small moment before a devilish smile flashes on his lips like he discovered gold. Looking directly at me, he smiles brightly before opening his mouth to yell, "Melanie and Elle."

When I hear my name, I try to show fear, careful not to tip my hand. I can listen to Melanie and her cronies' snide remarks close to the ring. Tentatively, I make my way into the center, trying to avoid the concerned looks of others. Many are surprised I even made it into this group. The three divisions were based on skill because I have never attended a single training session with the rest of the pack, and I want them to keep thinking that.

However, as I am stepping over the boundaries of the ring, I find Damon's eyes flashing him a devilish smile of my own with a little wink. The look of realization that he might have made a grave miscalculation in whatever scheme was being cooked up in this pairin