Romeo cleared his throat. “Just know,” he boomed over the room in a loud but calm voice, “that anyone else who comes at Trent, my brother, will also deal with me.” “And me,” Braeden echoed. “And me,” I added, even though I thought my attack on Conner spoke louder than my words. “And the Wolves!” a guy hollered. A bunch of howling and cheering erupted behind us. Trent turned and looked. I followed his lead. Almost the entire Wolfpack was standing behind us. They were all wearing their jerseys, and they all stood in solidarity with Trent. With us. “Seriously, guys?” Trent seemed surprised. I
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