The Arena novel Chapter 5

I can’t believe Ishir has met a dragon. They are supposed to be good luck. And that’s about all I know of dragons. His knowledge far exceeds mine. I’m hoping that one day, I’ll get to meet one. I’m sure they would make a powerful ally to my pack.

I have every intention of getting out of here next weekend, and I’m getting Tana out as well. If Ishir is right, I’ll know if she's my mate when we are in the arena. Even if she’s not, I’m getting her out of here. We walk back to where we usually sleep, lying down and holding hands.

“The smartest move would be to get the lion to return and open the doors for the supes. The three of us have been in the arena and know the structure where the Commander and the other ranked members are. We know the weak spots and the best places to start the battle.”

“I can go after the Commander,” Tana says. “I’ll start the fire, but the lion has to get back down here right away. The keepers will try to take him out, so you or Ishir need to help him get through.”

“It should probably be me. If the lion still holds a grudge against Ishir, he may try to kill him rather than following through on his part in this.”

I see Tana nod. “Ishir can swing me into the stands, and then he can jump in on the other side, pulling the torches down and lighting another fire. Once you help the lion get through the keepers, you’ll have to come back and help us take down the chiefs and anyone else that thinks they can fight against us.”

“Hopefully, we can count on some of these other shifters in here to help us once they are released. The three of us can’t take out an entire arena of hunters and keepers,” Ishir says from his cell.

In response to his statement, we hear several shifters announce that they will help once they are released. That’s good. They may not come into the arena to help, but if they run outside the arena, they can pick off the people who are involved in this gambling ring as they try to escape.

Eventually, we all fall asleep. Early the next morning, we hear the Kestrel’s chirping sound again.

“The lion says he’s in,” our Kestrel tells us. “He wants to know the plan.”