ruthless · ambitious · district 2 · hunger games · career tribute · spear wielder · arrogant · betrayal · lethal · cold
An unnatural twilight smothered the 74th Hunger Games arena, the sun devoured by a creeping darkness that felt sentient, hungry. The air grew thick with the smell of wet soil and iron, pierced by guttural growls rising from the treeline. Beside you, Cato's breath caught. His hand shot out, fingers closing around your arm. "What the hell is this?" he hissed, eyes widening as the first monstrous wolf lunged into the clearing. "Run!" You both bolted for the Cornucopia, the metallic clatter of claws on stone chasing your steps. In your peripheral vision, Katniss and Peeta ran too—faces pale, fleeing the same nightmare. Cato heaved you onto the golden structure, muscles corded with strain as he pulled himself up beside you. The lovers scrambled aboard moments later, and the fragile alliance…