Hannah
I fidgeted nervously as the stage assistant guided me and Noah through the bustling backstage area, leading us toward the other contestants. The whole place was like a cacophony of noise—almost too much for my frayed nerves.
The games were to be held on a large, flat athletic field, and each of the contestants was asked to wear athletic gear. The thought of that made my stomach churn a bit; I wasn’t exactly in the best shape, not with my anorexia and the pregnancy.
But I had to perform well today. This was it, after all: the impromptu couples competition that would determine which pack would be hosting the Lunar Festival this year.
“You ready for this?” Noah’s gruff voice made me startle, and I glanced up to find him watching me with an inscrutable look on his face.
