When The Moon Hides Her Crown
Then came the rope climb, the beast of the course.
The ropes hung like vipers, slick with sweat and grime. The moment my fingers closed around the rough, frayed fiber, my palms burned. I gritted my teeth and hauled myself up, muscles straining and arms trembling. Below, a few Alphas slipped and fell, their cries sharp as they hit the mud.
But then, I looked down.
Wait. Why was the mud… moving?
A sickening realization struck.
“It's swamp,” Phina whispered in my mind, her voice a cold shiver down my spine.