Andria's POV
The match raged on for what felt like endless minutes, and I soon started losing interest. They were formidable rivals, and they made near scores, without letting each other score any.
"This is a good game," Becca whispered beside me. "It's tough for any of them to score any points."
"And that makes it boring for me," I replied.
"Exactly," Allison added.
By the last ten minutes, both sides looked ready to kill for the win.
And then, Aven charged forward, Tristan covered the flank, Khalil ran ahead, shouting, "Pass it!"
Aven ignored him and kicked.
A clean, devastating shot, and that was a goal.
The Alpha successors roared triumphantly, Aven bit his chest hard, Tristan flexed his muscles, while Damon winked at me. The crowd screamed.
The game ended in a 2–1 victory, with the Titan Wolves and Khalil of Westbrook defeated.
Allison wore mixed feelings on her face as they walked out of the field.
