Amelia’s POV
I took a breath, trying to steady myself, though that seemed an impossible task at this moment. The line of contenders started moving. I was near the back of the line, but even from here I could see Damien and Uncle Benedict up in the highest bleachers, ready to watch the tournament and judge the contenders.
I hoped my disguise held.
But maybe more than that, I hoped I could make a good showing in the tournament. I didn’t need to win more than a couple fights. I just wanted to be able to hold my own, and prove to everyone that I was a worthy warrior who could help protect my mate and my pack on the battlefield.
I wanted everyone – but mostly Damien – to see me for my full potential.
The crowd parted for our little parade, with everyone looking at us. Some already had favo
