Page 82 of Game of Destiny

Amie

I t was the day before the last game. It felt surreal.

Sam had the day planned in detail. Everyone knew the last game was always special.

It was always focused on physical strength.

Sam had us do some light training in the morning.

He and Matilda had planned a nice lunch and then he forced all of us to take a nap. I was feeling like a kid.

‘Wanna take the nap together?’ Finlay mindlinked me.

‘Don’t even joke about it. Did you see the look in Sam’s eyes when Ramses said he didn’t feel like napping?

I’m going into my room and if I can’t fall asleep, I will pretend to snore,’ I told him.

Finlay chuckled as he headed for his own room.

In the afternoon we all went for a run in wolf shape and then Sam had arranged for the healers to give us massages and rub some kind of ointment into our skin.

Matilda had a nice dinner prepared for us.

We all assumed it was the end of Sam’s plan so we headed for the TV.

We had just got comfortable with our favourite game show when the TV turned off and Sam stood in front of it.

“Time for bed,” he said. We all groaned as one.

“Sam, enough is enough. I appreciate everything you have done and planned for us. It’s seven o’clock and we have napped for an hour today,” I objected.

“We need to be well rested for tomorrow,” he insisted.

“An hour of TV won’t kill us,” Finlay told him. Sam sighed.

“Fine! But when we are sleepwalking tomorrow, don’t blame me,” he told us and took his usual place.

“Sleepwalking from going to bed at eight?” Ramses asked.

Sam just huffed. I smiled. We all handled nerves differently and it made sense Sam handled his by training and planning.

There was a good reason he was our Gamma.

Five to eight, Sam started to sigh. Ten past eight, we surrendered and headed for bed.

‘Last game tomorrow, Red,’ Finlay mindlinked me when I was in bed.

‘I know. Crazy.’

“You know the big formal dinner the night after the last game?” he asked.

‘I know. Medow had me trying on at least ten dresses for it,’ I told him.

‘Will you be my official date?’ he asked.

‘Took you long enough to ask. I would love to go with you.’

‘Do you want me to get you flowers for when I pick you up?’ I smiled and rolled my eyes in the semi-darkness.

‘Flowers would have been nice, but I think you will have a hard time finding someplace to buy them,’ I pointed out.

‘Right. I will just have to owe you the flowers and get you some when we get back home.’

‘I like that compromise.’ There was a noise from Sam’s room. ‘Do you think he heard us?’ I asked. I could hear Finlay chuckle from his room.

‘I doubt he can hear our mindlink. Quick, tell me something dirty and we will find out,’ he told me.

‘Perv. I won’t chance it. I’m going to sleep. Good night Finn.’

‘Night Red.’