A Stolen Fate
Roxy and I move better now, having found some rhythm, but we are still no match for Rhea and Yuri's seamless coordination.
As we approach the midpoint of the course, I see Yuri pass Rhea in the tag zone, their hands connecting in a perfect exchange of the relay baton. Something inside me snaps at the sight of their fingers touching and lingering for a second too long.
I veer from my lane, deliberately angling toward Yuri as he rounds the bend. Our shoulders collide hard, and I put my full Alpha strength behind the impact. Yuri stumbles, nearly falling, sand kicking up around his boots as he fights to stay upright.