DOUBT I SLAMMED THE door to our room with such force the metal frame was still reverberating. I wanted to punch something. To scream. To take off and let all of these morons die in their own self-righteous stupidity. “What the hell are these people thinking?!” I was practically screaming. “Unite the Tribes? Unite the Tribes?! Does he have any idea how insane that is? Or that we spent the last two months pitting them against each other in an all-out Tribal war?” I paced the room, prowling the small space and finding nowhere to escape. Both Triven and Mouse were watching me carefully. Mouse was perched on our cot, her skinny legs just barely reaching the floor. The meeting hadn’t ended well. One thing that hadn’t changed inside of me was my temper. Triven’s words had hung in the air like tiny daggers waiting to drop. I had felt the blood rushing to my cheeks, the rage searing its way to the surface.
