bThe /bshoves were brutal, the sh between two yers could visibly shave the ground and the aggression was on the next level.

I really wished Riley could’ve seen this match. He would’ve loved to see it and maybe it would get him interested in football? so far, he was one of the quietest, most well–behaved children for his age. However, Riley wasn’t able to be here because he had an art test tomorrow at school and be had to dong early, and Caleb’s mom had been kind enough to watch over him.

As Caleb and Dorian circled each other to get the ball, I could see their lips being pulled back over their teeth, their feral side showing through the bmask /bof humanity they wore. But what I knew to be their werewolf nature might seem as simple aggression to other onlookers as they cheered for their favorite

team.

The score remained tied at 4:4 and with only a few minutes remaining and I was very sure neither team wanted thest match of their senior year to end biup /i/bin a tie. Both Caleb and Damien were drenched in sweat and still facing off each other the best they could. Damien seemed to be shadowing Caleb bwherever /bhe went and it was bing impossibly difficult for Caleb to get past his defences and pass the ball to one of his teammates.

I saw Jade block a goal by the Ellsworth High quarterback and then the ballnded at Caleb’s feet, who immediately changed directions and began toeing

the ball in the direction of the opposition’s.

Damien started shadowing him once again but this time he was running beside Calebb, /btrying to take away the ball with brute force. But when that seemed almost impossible, he lifted his leg and tripped Caleb in such a bway /bthat Caleb went tumbling to the ground, hard.

Gasps sounded from all around me as I sprang to my feet. I desperately wanted to know bif /bhe was alright as I saw several of his teammates give concerned looks. From the corner of my eyesb, /bbI /bsaw others stand up bas /bwell. Everyone on the bleachers could feel the tensioning off the field as the referee issued a warning whistle bof /bsome kind.

“Shit! That was a really bad kick! I hope he didn’t snap a tendon.”

The words were concerning, but Caroline shook her head. “It’s not that easy to hurt us, especially Caleb.”

I wanted to believe her, but when I saw Caleb get back up with a slight limp to his left leg, bI /bcouldn’t help but worry.

However, I didn’t get much time to dwell on any of that, because

it bwas /bthest five minutes bof /bthe game and the entire fate of this match lied in thesest

five minutes.

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Damien took the ball, but at the same time, Caleb began shadowing him. The two of them were head to head and it looked like Damien just might be able to get past Caleb and score a goal. That was when Caleb did the bexact /bsame thing that Damien had done to him, he shoved him aside and made a sudden twisting motion, using his legs to snatch the ball from Damien as Damien fell back onto the grass.

And then Caleb dashed forward, crossing Damien’s defences easily as he headed straight for the. But when the goalkeeper turned his body towards Caleb, ready to block his goal, Caleb kicked the ball to another one bof /bhis teammate’sst minuteb…/band he hit the ball home.

The score changed to 5:4 in thest two seconds, and the entire stadium erupted into cheers, including myself and Caroline as bwe /bjumped up from our bseats /band hugged each other.

We had won! Caleb and his team had won the match!

But before we could properly celebrate the victory, Damien got off the floor…and yanked Caleb back with a hand on his shoulderb, /bbeforending a hard punch to his jaw that sent him flying to the ground.

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