Cara’s POV
Back under the pavilion for another break before the next contest, I sat at one of the picnic tables with my arms stretched out and ice packs over my aching muscles.
“There’s no reason for you to participate in the final event,” Charlotte said to me, echoing previous warnings made by both Georgie and Claudia. “You’ve done well in the other events. No one will fault you for sitting this one out.”
The next event was a race through the forest. It was intended to be competed in shifted form, though there was no rule that said it had to be done in that way.
Against the shifters, I knew I had no hope of winning, but I didn’t intend to sit out the race either. Even if the course took me three or four times as long to finish, I would get the credit for finishing.
“I’m not going t
