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They were talking about something. Well, arguing from the look of their body language, but too quietly for me to hear what had them both so worked up. But when I called out, they stopped and turned to me.
“Wills!” Glen’s eyes glinted with a spark of blue, even in the gloomy evening. “You came back!” He said it like I was a puppy who’d run away.
I let out an annoyed grunt. “Yeah, sorry about tossing you in the creek.” I skidded to a stop in front of them. Finnick was staring at me, bug-eyed.
“What... What happened to you? You’re bleeding.” He frowned, as his gaze raked my whole body, but not in a complimentary way. “And why do you have on a dress?”
“Um, news flash. I’m actually a girl.”
“Maybe technically,” he sneered.The frogs in the nearby creek set up a chorus that sounded a little too much like laughter.
Ouch. I was glad for the gathering darkness, which meant he couldn’t see my face flush red with embarrassment. I wasn’t pretty, but I wasn’t horrific, was I? I had no idea why I was feeling so thin-skinned around this guy. Like his disapproval truly mattered, when none of the constant insults and disgust I’d been served every day of my life had.
I shot him the finger and turned to Glen. “Hey, Blondie. I, uh, didn’t do anything after I threw you in the water, did I?”
Glen’s voice was subdued. “You don’t remember?”
“No.” I scratched the back of my neck, wishing I had my long hair to hide behind. “I sort of freaked out. Like, I was there, then I had the knife, then I was stabbing Luke in the stomach?—”
“You stabbed Luke? Why?” Finnick’s tone reminded me of my own pack’s Enforcers, and I took a step back.
This cocky pissant. Who was he to demand answers? “He made fun of me.”
“And that’s worth a gut wound?” Finnick let out a jeering laugh. “Good to know. I’ll make sure to say all nice things.”
“You can say nice things to your ass, I don’t care,” I shot back. “I’m never going to see you again after tonight.”
“Why not?” Finnick ground out the words, like he didn’t want to say them. I didn’t answer.
“So, Glenda,” I said, turning to him and batting my eyelashes—at least I still had nice long eyelashes. “You remember that favor you promised me? The one where your pack’s honor is at stake, blah blah blah? The debt of honor thing. I’m gonna need it.”
“You are?” Glen asked, at the same moment Finnick shouted, “What favor?”
I narrowed my eyes and bared my blunt teeth at the asshole redhead, even if he couldn’t get the full effect of my expression. Although maybe he could; he was plenty old enough to have shifted, which meant great night vision. “None of your business, Cityboy.”
Glen stifled a laugh. “What do you need, princess?” he asked, an odd lightness in his tone. “Shoes, maybe? A hairbrush?”
“Deodorant?” Finnick muttered.
“Gah!” I shouted. “I’m not fucking around. I’ve got a death sentence hanging over my head. I need to get adopted by your pack.”
“We can’t just adopt you,” Glen said slowly, like he was thinking about it. “We can transfer your pack bond with your Alpha’s permission, but Callaway probably won’t give it.” He paused for a long moment. “If you had a true mate in our pack, that would supersede your pack bonds, of course.”
Something in his voice gave me a weird, dizzy feeling. “That’s out, then.”
Glen was making an odd growling sound. “Is it?”
Did he know what Luke had said?
“Enough,” Finnick snarled.
Glen took a step toward me. “The only other opportunity to transfer a pack bond is at the Games, after winning a round. Any of the other packs’ Alphas or their Heirs can bid, although none of the Alphas will arrive until Wednesday.”
My heart raced. “But one of you can bid? If I win?”
He nodded slowly. “Your Alpha’s permission is not required.”
I let out the breath I’d been holding. Plan A then.
