Mira’s POV All I could see was darkness. Like I’d died and gone to hell. The smell of fresh blood filled the air, along with it was the deafening sound of thunder! BOOM! No, this wasn't hell. It was a test, a race to the finish. Twenty of us from Westhill knelt in the forest clearing, all blindfolded and drenched by the rain. The instructor's voice boomed from behind us. "The rule is simple. There are ten tags out there. Coated in sheep blood and covered in mud. Secure a tag and get a place in the Pre-Trial Camp at Ironridge." I swallowed. This was going to be tough. I was already at a disadvantage, because, unlike other contestants, I couldn't shift. They had a much stronger sense of smell. I would have to punch above my weight to qualify. Water streamed down my face and soaked through my clothes. The instructors had chosen the storm on purpose. They knew the heavy rain would dull our sense of smell, making it hard to find the tag. There was also the constant thunder, setti
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