章 15: Hawks vs Ravens

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As Melanie mentioned when they were leaving the dormitory, the front rows at the bleachers were filled. Even some of the teachers had come to take a look at the game that would start in fifteen minutes. Julie heaved for air as Melanie had made her run halfway so that they wouldn't be late. With the sky slowly turning dark, the floodlights were on, allowing the spectators to view the mowed field.

The students were loud, creating a buzz. Julie, who was searching for empty seats, pulled Melanie, "Look there! There are three seats," and she dragged her friend along with her.

"God bless your glasses with more spray to clean it," replied Melanie.

They made their way from the front and climbed up the stairs, squeezing through the students before they reached and sat down. Though they weren't the centre seats, they would still see the players on the field.

"I never knew that Conner was interested in playing football," remarked Julie, her eyes watching at the swarm of students around them.

"I am surprised they are even letting him play. I am worried that he will end up in the infirmary before the first half of the game," muttered Melanie because Conner was lean in the physique. He had been rejected the last two years when he had applied to be part of it.

"Maybe he is stronger than he looks," replied Julie, giving their friend the benefit of the doubt.

Melanie crossed eight of her fingers in Conner's support and said, "Let's hope for the best."

Julie looked at the space after the front row of the bleachers, where two cheerleaders were cheering for the respective teams. One set of girls was dressed in blue, and the other girls were dressed in red. "Which team is Conner in again?" she asked.

"Ravens. They are the ones with blue uniforms. Red are the Hawks," explained Melanie.

As her eyes continued looking at the girls cheering, Julie's eyes fell on Eleanor, who was part of the cheering team. She wore the red uniform, swinging her hands back and forth with a smile on her lips. Even though Eleanor had been slow when it came to running, Julie had to applaud the girl for being able to stretch her body. And it took her only a few minutes before she understood what Eleanor was doing in the cheer squad.

Roman stepped on the field from the right side with the rest of the team. She also caught sight of Simon in the same team.

When her eyes shifted away from Roman to look at the Raven's, she spotted their friend who looked like a shirt that had been hung on a shoulder. In the back of her mind, Melanie's earlier words made her worry.

"Oh no," Julie heard Melanie utter. Conner had been paired with porcupine and some others, who had a bad reputation.

"I am conflicted," muttered Julie. Of course, she would support Conner and him alone, she thought to herself. "Looks like Conner is playing the first half."

"Your friend is playing?"

Julie's eyebrows drew in together when she heard someone speak. Turning her head, she saw a guy who had occupied the empty seat that was on her right. His face seemed familiar, as if she had met him before, but she couldn't remember where.

He had a round face, and his dark brown eyes looked at her now through his glasses.

"Yeah, he is," replied Julie.

"I am sorry I couldn't help but overhear the worry for your friend. My name is Dennis Mcoy," he introduced himself.

"Julianne," replied Julie, and when his eyes shifted to look at Melanie, Mel said, "Melanie."

"Is it that scrawny looking boy from the Raven's?" Dennis questioned, and Julie felt an immediate distaste towards the person. She didn't know if it was because he had decided to question by involving himself as if they were friends or if it was because he had called Conner scrawny.

"It is him," replied Julie, turning her head to the front while trying not to make another eye contact with the person who sat on her immediate right.

"This year's matches are going to be tough. It looks like they have selected the best one's on both the teams apart from the new ones," Dennis tried to rekindle the conversation with Julie, while Melanie didn't hear Dennis speaking because of the noise that surrounded them. "You must be supporting your friend's group."

"Isn't it natural," asked Julie.

"It is. It is the obvious thing to do. As your friend needs more support, I would like to join in to cheer him," said Dennis with a smile. On a second look, Julie realized he, too had a lean figure. The only difference was that he was taller than Conner.

"You don't have to do that. Melanie and I are sufficient. I am sure you have your own player you want to support," said Julie, wanting to draw the line so that he wouldn't try to get too friendly with them. Dennis offered her a smile.

It took her a while before Julie remembered where she had seen him. He was the same person she had crashed into a few days ago while climbing up the stairs!

Melanie leaned towards Julie's side and whispered, "I think he is hitting on you."

Trying to ignore the guy, Julie saw both the team players walk to the centre place of the field with the referee who was iterating the rules.

She noticed how some of the well-built guys took a seat on the bench while letting the students from the freshman year play. Soon the referee blew the whistle and the game started with the ball being passed from one person to another, and within two minutes, the Ravens scored a goal.

Some parts of the crowd cheered, while some booed at the teams. The next goal was scored by the Hawks. After the first half-time of the game, some of the players switched. Two minutes passed at the beginning of the second half when the opponent team member's leg tackled Conner and he rolled on the ground, not getting up.

Holding her friend's hand, Julie said, "We should go see how Conner is doing." It was also a good opportunity to get away from Dennis.

"You are right. They take the injured players from the locker room before going to the infirmary," agreed Melanie and picked up the bottle she had carried with her. Right on time, even Dennis turned his body, ready to go with them.

To stop him from following her, she quickly turned to him and said, "Enjoy the match. We'll be going now," she offered a quick smile at him before climbing down the stairs. The game continued with the player being replaced as she walked away from the football field.

Instead of going and waiting in the infirmary, both the girls reached the front of the boy's locker room. "Is this a good idea?" asked Julie in a doubtful voice.

"It is fine," Melanie waved her hand as if she had done this before. She leaned to take a look inside. "Hm, looks like there's no one here."

Julie looked back and forth, noticing the place was deserted, and the only sound came from the crowd at the bleachers. She said, "We should go to the infirmary, Mel. I mea-"

"Look what the cat dragged in," said someone from behind her. Julie quickly turned, and her eyes fell on the porcupine. "I was wondering when I would find you by yourself. The last time at the detention had been hard to get you alone. I even got an empty chair for you to come and sit next to me. I had some things to discuss with you," said Mateo with a smirk on his face.

"How thoughtful of you, you didn't have to do that," Julie offered him a polite smile while feeling her palms turn slightly sweaty. "I am a mere person, who doesn't mind sitting in any seat. I don't need special treatment."

Almost all the students and the teachers weren't here, but at the bleachers, leaving the place here with only Melanie, her, the porcupine and his two friends. She wondered if there was any chance for the game to finish right now.

"We'll take our leave then, good game," praised Julie, sending them her false support and ready to leave. But Mateo blocked her way.

"You don't leave until I decide it is time for you to leave," stated Mateo. A grin appeared on his lips, and he said, "The last time you escaped, but don't think I forgot what you did."

Oh, so they were back at it again, thought Julie to herself.

Julie replied, "I am not much of a violence person. Let me apologize to you if it makes you feel better. Maybe a written apology?" She suggested the porcupine. "No?"

"This time I have something better on my mind. For both you and your little friend," taunted Mateo, his eyes shifting to Melanie and then back to Julie. He then ran his tongue over his lips, and Julie clenched her fists.

Was he suggesting to have sex with him?! Maybe she was smaller than the porcupine in size, but she would make sure to punch his face if he tried it.

Melanie, who had earlier told Julie that it was fine to come here, now looked pale and regretful. "I am going to scream for help!" She tried to threaten them, but at her words, the three guys who were in the corridor laughed as if she had told a joke.

"Do it by all means. But no one is going to hear you no matter how much you scream. The game isn't over and we have plenty of time," Mateo took a step towards Julie.

He was right. With the number of people who were screaming and shouting outside, none of them wouldn't be able to hear them, thought Julie to herself. Did the locker room have a lock on its door? She questioned herself. Her eyes quickly moved to where Melanie stood. Wait, where was the door?!

And on the contrary to what Melanie had said earlier about the locker room being empty, out of it stepped the antagonist of the porcupine's life.

Julie's eyes fell on Roman, who was still in the Hawks uniform, and he stepped out of the locker room.

"Thought I heard something squeak out here," commented Roman, his eyes falling on Mateo, and he asked, "Was that you, Jackson?"

The porcupine's eyes narrowed, and he taunted back, "And what are you little fucker doing here? Did the coach kick you out of the team for not scoring a decent point? Isn't that pathetic?"

Roman let his body lean to the side and questioned, "You know what is pathetic? To fall on the floor by a girl smaller than you in size. Isn't that right, Winters?"

Julie's eyes widened at being dragged into the conversation, and she didn't know why Roman was trying to stir more trouble for her. If he hadn't snickered and commented anything the last time, Mateo Jackson would not have been wanting to hunt her.

When her eyes fell on the porcupine, his eyes narrowed, and Julie cleared her throat, "We just came here to find our friend Conner. We aren't looking for any trouble," she said to the boys who were there.

"I find it hard to believe," murmured Roman, without moving from his place. After the first half of the game, he had decided to get back to the locker room, but he hadn't expected to have visitors this early. "Your friend isn't here. Infirmary," he replied in a nonchalant tone to the girl with the glasses.

"Thank you," said Julie, noticing Roman quietly watching her.

"Back off, Moltenore. They are our prey. Find someone else to prey on," porcupine warned with a glare at Roman.

"You can prey on the chicken in the lunchroom," retorted Julie while keeping her ground.

One of the porcupine's lackeys said, "We prefer alive ones that are fresh to taste," and the words were enough to make Julie's skin crawl. When the boy started to walk towards her, Julie tightened her fists. But before he could get close to her breathing space, it wasn't hers but Roman's fist that came to knock the boy away from her.

It had happened so quickly that Julie had missed Roman coming near where she stood and hitting the boy's face because right now, the boy had both his hands covering his nose as it bled.

"What the fuck was that for?!" asked the boy whose hands weren't enough to contain the blood.

Both Julie and Melanie's eyes went wide on seeing that much amount of blood. Sure she had hoped for Roman to help them, considering how she had noted that he and Porcupine had a brawl on her first day in the university. But seeing the blood drip from one of the boy's hands, she was worried.

Roman stretched the fingers of his hands that he had used to punch.

"That was a knock of sense. The next one will be an in-depth knowledge if you would like to indulge yourself in," responded Roman, coming to stand face to face with the three boys.

Mateo looked furious, and he took an angry step forward. He said, "You have no claim on them. So get back to whatever you were doing while we can continue."

Roman's lips twisted into a smile. His head subtly tilted to the side, and he said, "Don't bring in more trouble than what you can handle, Jackson. Go back to your own locker room. This isn't your den," his underlying words holding a threat towards the mohawk boy.

"I will see how you can stop me," growled Mateo, and he stomped towards Julie, who stood behind Roman. "You have been acting too cocky," and he raised his hand to punch Roman, but the dark-haired boy effortlessly moved to the side before bringing his own hand from below to hit the other boy's chin.

Roman didn't stop there, and he used all the space around them while pushing the porcupine to move away from the original position. When the other lackey of the porcupine appeared from behind to catch hold so that their leader could punch, Roman used his legs to kick right into Mateo's face before elbowing and throwing the other boy, who was behind him, against the wall.

"Don't tell me that is all you had with the amount of barking you did," commented Roman that infuriated the other three boys.

Julie could see that Roman was enjoying this more than he was supposed to, as if he had been waiting to get into a fight.

The one with the bleeding nose continued to hold his hands near his nose without moving, while the other two stood up, ready to dive back into the fight. Mateo returned to his bull form, his eyes turning into a rageful look and locking Roman as his target. Mateo came running, but within one second, he was on the floor groaning in pain because Roman had broken one more nose.

Julie flinched on hearing the crack sound and saw blood started to rush down from his nose, similar to the first guy.

"I will kill you for this, Moltenore," the porcupine growled.

Roman glared back and said, "Now run before I damage more than just your nose."

Julie watched Mateo, who looked as if he wanted to continue to fight. But after playing on the field, he had drained most of his energy. The other two boys pulled him away from the corridor, and she heard the retreating footsteps, which was replaced by the noise of the crowd from outside.

She felt Melanie pull her sleeve, jerking her head to indicate that it was time for them to leave too so that they wouldn't be questioned.

"Thank you," came the quick squeak from Julie, ready to escape from there, and they started to walk.

"Where do you think you are going?" demanded Roman that had both the girls stop in their tracks.

Both the girls turned around, and Roman locked his eyes with Julie's. He raised his hand before he curled two of his fingers in a 'come here' motion to her with a serious expression in those black eyes of his.

As grateful as she was, every time she saw Roman fighting ruthlessly, it only made her that much wary of his presence. Julie softly gulped and walked to stand two steps away from him.

"Did you want something?" Julie asked him and noticed his usual cologne was mixed with sweat and maybe blood.

"Yes," replied Roman. The space between them diminished when Roman took a step forward, making her heart skip a beat, "Who told you could leave?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as he questioned her.

Mateo and his lackeys had left them for now, and she had thanked Roman for chasing them away. What else was left to do here? asked Julie to herself. She took a subtle step backwards so that she wouldn't have to crane her neck to see him.

"I got into the fight thanks to you. Agree?" Roman questioned Julie, one of his eyebrows raised to intimidate her.

"Yes, we are very thankful about it-"

"Good. You see those spots on the floor?" he asked, and Julie looked down at the floor. There were blood drops from the broken noses. "You will find the mop and bucket in the locker room. Clean it before you leave here. The last thing I need is people questioning what happened," and he got inside the locker room.

"Julie!" whispered Melanie, coming to her side. "The game will get over soon. Let's do this quickly."

Were they really going to mop the floor right now? And yes, they did after five minutes, quickly moving back and forth outside the locker room because Roman did shoo the porcupine away.

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章 16: Infirmary

Julie moved the mop up and down in the bucket of water. Wringing it, she walked to the place where spots of blood had dropped. Once they were done cleaning the floor, they threw the water and put the mop back in its closet. While they were in the locker room, Roman hadn't bothered to speak to them again.

When it was time to leave, Melanie caught hold of Julie's hand and started to walk away from the room. Julie's eyes fell on Roman, who stood in front of his locker, pulling out his things before they left to meet Conner, who was lying in one of the beds of the infirmary.

Reaching the infirmary, Julie noticed all the beds had been occupied by both the team's players after being injured in the game.

"Julianne," Olivia greeted her, "I was expecting you to visit the infirmary. Your friend is on the third bed on the right side from the back."

"Thank you, Olivia," Julie appreciated it, and they walked to where Conner was lying on the bed. "Are you alright, Conner?"

"I think I sprained or broke my leg," answered Conner. "Did you two watch the whole match?"

"No, we didn't stay back, but we did see you play. We wanted to make sure you were doing fine," replied Julie before asking, "How do you feel?"

"For a moment I felt like my life flashed in front of my eyes before I hit the ground," Conner scratched the back of his neck. "But I am doing alright. Nothing that can't be fixed."

"I am glad to hear that," Julie looked relieved.

Melanie patted Conner's shoulder and said, "It was good to see you stick in the first half of the game." This brought a grin to Conner's lips.

Julie's eyes then fell onto the IV that had been injected into Conner. It wasn't just him but also the other players who had been injected. They were giving glucose to replenish the energy in the students body. The IV set-up was fixed to another monitor to check the heart rate. How strange, thought Julie to herself. Maybe that was what all wealthy university' infirmary did.

"I didn't know you were playing in Mateo's team," said Melanie. "We were worried for you. And then worried for ourselves."

"Why? What happened?" questioned Conner, and Melanie explained the things that happened with them before they came here. "I don't think I remember what happened until I was half way here in the infirmary."

"How long are you expected to stay here?" asked Julie, her eyes returning to meet Conner's eyes.

"Just until tomorrow morning and then we are free to go, except for the injured ones," said Conner, looking at the two boys who looked like they had broken their noses in the field. Thinking about broken noses, Julie thought, didn't Porcupine and his friends need some medical help? Maybe coming here would only get them into more trouble.

They sat there talking to him until it was the end of visiting hours and time to leave. The doctor said, "All visitors are supposed to leave so that the patients in here can have some rest."

"We'll see you tomorrow, Conner," said Julie offering a smile, and Melanie waved her hand.

"Get a lot of rest," said Melanie, wishing her friend to feel better, and Conner nodded his head. The visitors started to leave the infirmary, and as Julie got nearer to the exit, she saw Olivia, who was talking to the doctor, her face serious and her lips slightly moving.

Stepping outside the room and walking away from the infirmary, on their way, Melanie said, "It was quite an evening, wasn't it. I was worried that Roman was going to make us do something far worse. I mean, there was this rumour once that he hit a female freshman."

"Why?" asked Julie, her eyebrows furrowing in question, but Melanie shrugged her shoulders.

"I have no clue. She probably pissed him off about something," replied Melanie in a low voice so that no one would hear what she was saying. "You never know how his mood is. One minute he is calm, the other minute he's in some fight. It is why the rule about him is hard coded by the other seniors."

On their way out of the infirmary, Julie saw the university counsellor coming from the opposite direction. He walked past them ignoring her as if he hadn't met her in the forest, and he disappeared into the building.

Reaching the dorm, Julie saw a new letter waiting for her near the window. Walking towards it, she picked it up and read—

'The unexpected penpal. I have laminated your letter so that I can distribute it if you try to cross me. I didn't see you at the bleachers during the second half of the game. Not interested in the game?'

The person saw her at the game? Of course, thought Julie to herself. All the students had come to watch the match. Not to mention, compared to the others, she and Melanie had made their appearance later.

It seemed like she wouldn't be getting her letter back any time soon.

Pulling out her notebook, she wrote—

'My friend Conner was injured and I wanted to get away from someone, who was sitting next to me during the game. Where were you sitting?'

After putting a question mark, Julie wondered if the person's answer would make any difference. She had no idea who it could be. She then decided to add another question 'Do you live in my dormitory?' A girl might have been pranking her because who else would be able to move back and forth outside her dorm window.

Julie changed into her nightdress and she got into the bed.

In the meantime, away from the dormitories and in the infirmary, Mr. Evans stood in the corridor looking at his watch. It was past midnight and the students had gone to sleep, which included the students who were in the infirmary.

The university doctor stepped out of the room. She noticed him standing there on guard.

"How are they?" questioned Mr. Evans, his eyes cold with a faint smile on his lips that was enough for any human to have an unsettling feeling.

"Sleeping," answered the doctor, and she heard footsteps approaching from the entrance of the corridor . "The students were very happy to be taking part in today's game even though some have broken bones or sprains."

"Of course, they are, Isolde. It is a win win for everyone," replied Mr. Evans. "The young ones want to play and we let them, while having our kind take a backseat. In some way, we promote equal diversity. Don't you agree?"

They heard footsteps coming from the entrance and noticed it was the headmistress, and the assistant teacher, who had arrived. The headmistress walked straight towards the door of the room, stepping inside where the students were sleeping, and she stared at them.

The previous IV that had been injected into the students to feed them glucose was now drawing out blood from them. A little amount from each of them, while monitoring their health to make sure they wouldn't take more blood than necessary. The glucose that had been injected earlier, had been mixed with something else to make sure the humans here wouldn't wake up startled.

Closing the door shut, Dante questioned, "Where is Roman and Mateo?"

"Probably in their dorms or outside unless you asked them to meet you in here," hummed Mr. Evans, his eyes leisurely moving to look at the end of the corridor that offered nothing but silence.

A few seconds later, Roman appeared, and so did Mateo, offering a small bow. On looking at Mateo's injured face that was still in the process of healing, a frown appeared on Dante's face.

"What happened to your face?" questioned the headmistress.

Mateo had a controlled scowl on his face while he stood in front of the headmistress of Veteris, "It was his doing. He got into a fight with me for no reason!" he gritted his teeth.

The headmistress' eyes shifted to look at Roman, and to Mateo's words, Roman said, "That's a little misleading. He was trying to stir trouble by trying to drink blood when we were already harvesting blood."

"The only blood spilt was mine-"

Hearing this, the woman's eyes narrowed, and she glared at Mateo, and he looked down. Her hand was quick to catch hold of his neck, pushing him against the wall as she asked, "Did you forget the protocol, Jackson?"

Mateo struggled to get away from the hold that was too strong and Dante released him after a few seconds.

"I didn't draw a single drop of blood," coughed Mateo and touched his neck, "It was Moltenore who stepped in and created trouble!"

Before Dante could get to Roman, he said, "I was merely following the rules." Mr. Evans, who stood there, raised his eyebrows as if to question since when Roman had started to follow the rules, knowing well the number of rules he broke in a day.

Dante glared at them, before saying, "Choose better team members. Especially you, Mateo. You picked humans who need blood rather than being able to be draw out from them. Fix it by tomorrow evening, else I will have someone else to do your job."

After Ms. Dante finished passing some more instructions to the people who were in the corridor, the headmistress walked away from there as she had other important things to do while the rest were still there.

"I am going to go and take a look at the bottles. It is nearly time to switch back the infusion," said the doctor named Isolde, turning her back and walking into the room.

Mateo turned to Roman and snarled, "Fucker, don't think I will let you off the hook that easily," not bothering to hide his feelings in front of the university counsellor who was still there.

Roman stepped away from them as if he didn't hear Mateo. His footsteps took him to stand near the door, behind which the infirmary doctor had disappeared. He watched the students, who were now fast asleep.

Mateo brought his hand to rub his neck, feeling the burn of his skin on either side that was caused by Ms. Dante's nail when she had grabbed his neck. His eyes snapped at where Roman stood, glaring at him in distaste and rage.

"What were you thinking by trying to draw blood from a human today, Mateo," questioned Mr. Evans, who hadn't left the place and leaned against the wall with a peaceful expression on his face.

"I didn't do anything to her," Mateo rolled his eyes, tired of the false accusation. Though he did wish to mince the girl for the trouble she caused and for denting his reputation.

"I know both of you, so there's no need to be shy about it," replied Mr. Evans, his eyes shifted from Mateo to look at Roman. "You know the rules of not touching humans during the time of harvest while the rest of the time is a free game unless you aren't able to compel. Tonight is for the elders and not for us," he offered them a polite smile.

"Having fun with one girl wouldn't change anything tonight. She wouldn't have even remembered and I wanted to teach her a lesson," Mateo retorted with a huff.

"Pathetic little loser," murmured Roman under his breath, but the other two who were in the corridor heard it clearly.

Mateo took one step towards Roman to repay the insult, but Mr. Evans placed his hand on his shoulder. "No fighting in the infirmary and not in front of me. It wouldn't look good if a teacher like myself didn't try to maintain decorum." Mateo pulled his shoulder away from the counsellor's hold. He walked away from the corridor and out of the infirmary.

"You did too much damage to his face, Rome. More than usual. Taking out the game spirit on him because you didn't get to finish the match?" questioned Mr. Evans, watching Roman's back.

"Isn't that the normal amount?" came the nonchalant words from Roman while he continued to stare inside the room. Doctor Isolde had brought out the metal box and had started to place the bottles of blood in it one by one.

A chuckle escaped from Mr. Evans' lips as if he were amused by something, "How long do you think I have been here, not to know what an average and the next level after that when it comes to you?"

"Not much," said Roman, turning back to meet the man's eyes. "But enough to know when you start to pry," one side of his lips curled.

"You should be careful with how much amount of damage you cause. You never know when you are walking on thin ice and when it breaks," advised Mr. Evans with a smile.

"Well noted, Counsellor," responded Roman, and he made his way out of there without sharing another word.

With the hour of midnight, the students were sleeping in their dormitories while a few of them, who were older, patrolled the grounds to make sure the students didn't break the rules set in here. On his way, Roman was stopped by a young woman.

"Where do you think you are walking at this hour of the night, Roman? Waiting for me to send you to detention?" she asked him.

"Summoned by the headmistress," responded Roman.

"The last time you said that, you made a fool of myself and Mr. Borrell had punished me for not being meticulous," she said to him, her eyes checking him out. "Are you lying to me again?"

Roman stopped walking and said, "I don't know. Why don't you verify it with Ms. Dante?" He offered her a slight smile and walked past her.

On his way to the Dormitorium, he dropped by outside another building. The lights around it had already been switched off, which made it easier to walk without being spotted, and he came to the window, noticing the letter that had been placed for him.

When he went to pick it up, he noticed the girl, who had turned her face to face the window while she was sound asleep. This one seemed to like getting into trouble more often than others, thought Roman to himself.

She had braided her brown hair, and her head rested on the pillow as she softly breathed. His black eyes took in the side profile of the girl. Her face was bare without the glasses hiding her. Her eyelashes were long, and her figure petite, which was now half-covered with the blanket.

Taking the letter, he closed the window and disappeared from there.

When Roman reached near his dorm, he caught sight of Maximus and Simon, who hadn't slept yet.

"How did it go?" questioned Simon when Roman entered the corridor.

"Boring as usual, but successful," replied Roman, walking to where they were and noticing the full moon through the window.

"I cannot believe we cannot draw out blood at this time. It isn't as if we are getting in anyone's way because the elders aren't here," muttered Maximus under his breath.

"What happened to canned blood?" questioned Roman, and Maximus smiled.

"All finished. The cans can't compare to the fresh and warm blood directly from the body. You should know that better than anyone," stated Maximus, putting his hands in his pockets. "I am surprised to see that you break every rule except for this one during the Harvest."

Simon's eyes fell on Roman's hand, first noticing a letter and then at the bandages wrapped around his knuckles. He said, "I didn't know you hurt your hand in the game," and his eyes moved back to look at Roman's eyes.

"It wasn't from the game," replied Roman, but he didn't give anything more to the curious eyes that looked at him in question.

Maximus asked, "And Dante didn't say anything? She must have been in quite a hurry if she didn't give you an earful," his tongue peeked out while the pin in it touched his teeth.

"Every month of this time is busy and important. People need a distraction to get out of our way, but I wonder when we'll get to play than behave as if we are playing with children on their levels," commented Simon, a frown coming to fall on his face. They had to hold back their strengths. For the freshmans' of their kind, it was a test to not act on their instincts but adapt.

"Dante said we could have it next month. A proper match," said Roman, a smile coming to form on his lips. It had been a while since they had played only with their kind with the same strength.

After a while, Roman stepped inside his dorm, shutting the door close with his leg. Walking to the mini-fridge that was placed in the closet, he took out a can, pulling its lid open before sipping blood from it.

Lying on the bed, he brought the letter forward and read the short letter.

"Looks like you are popular, troublemaker," murmured Roman, while his eyes subtly narrowed in wonderment of whom she wanted to get away. Jackson? But he was on the field and had shown up near the locker room later.

A sliver of annoyance crossed his features, remembering what happened before he had broken their noses.

Julianne Winters was his prey. If there was one thing Roman Moltenore didn't like, it was sharing something that he had his eyes on with others.

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