HANNAH
My hands kept slipping over the flashcards I was holding. I cleaned my hands on my dress, but the sweat just kept coming back.
Nerves.
Although it was so near, the voice of the moderator sounded far away. She was saying something to the crowd outside, which caused laughter. Apparently, she had said something funny.
The waiting room door opened again, letting in more sound as one of the contestants hurried nervously into the room. She sat beside another girl and began reading her flashcards, her lips moving as she did so.
I too was as nervous as hell, but it was not about whether I would pass the quiz. It was about what would happen after the quiz.
If I didn't pass to advance to the next round, the Lycan Royals would think I had deliberately flunked the test to get out of the
