Wereball Series - Along Came A Mate

Chapter 38

When the teams returned to the stadium, my eyes zeroed in on my mate. This time, he was the first to enter, with that sexy confident grin, a bottle of water in one hand and still covered in some blood and mud.

Could anyone be that beautiful? Suddenly, I felt needy and sad; I just wanted to go to him, take him by the ear for beating up all the players and, at the same time, order him to hug and kiss me. I was starving for cuddles.

Calm down, Yvaine! I took a big breath after Amaia squeezed my leg reassuringly.

In the end, I sat on my spot, watching Logan do shot after shot, and witnessing how my twin made our pack proud.

At that moment, my brother received a difficult pass and jumped in the air to catch it, and before even touching the ground he threw his massive arm back and the ball flew away, so far that he almost made a touchdown by himself. That was the famous Highlander move. The catapult.

He would have thrown the ball like no one else could and so high that no one could have caught it, until it would land on Caius' awaiting hands .... But that day was not the day of 'the catapult'.

Someone else had jumped in the air and grabbed the impregnable ball.

Logan.

They were far away, thank goddess, but my brother stabbed him with his eyes before reorganizing the team in an infallible way to halt the coming attack.

The game went on, the grass had disappeared under mud and blood, the score always fluctuated between one team and another. The audience grew more and more tense and violent. My brother was increasingly attacked and tackled. He seemed to be the target number one, along with Caius.

"Keep it up, Thor!" Someone yelled from DD's side-lines and somehow caught my attention. A big, slightly familiar looking giant. He had his arms crossed and a serious expression, next to him stood an old lady with the face covered with a skeleton mask, resembling Gentle Eyes.

"This is the kind of game I want to see! Now give me the blood I requested!"

Logan, like a war machine, dodged 3 players, punched one hard and knocked out another, simulating a move then turned and threw the ball backwards, strategically.

His presence captured the arena in a way that was difficult to assign words to, and I was unsure what scared me more: my twin who was bitten in the calf by one of the Jokers or my mate who just brutally broke the arm of one of ours. The sound of bones echoed through the arena making me wince.

I watched my mate sprint down the field to the receiver my twin was passing the ball to, jumping in front of him and intercepting the ball before it got into the receiver's hands.

When the ball was deviated, Lachlan sprinted ahead and hit Logan right in the side, knocking him to the ground and making him lose the ball before he got a chance to toss it or to hand it off. Logan hopped back up and dusted himself off as if nothing happened; however, I could see his eyes darkened.

Meanwhile, Lachlan had managed to pass through the hulks defending DD's lines, pushing one of them to the ground. But Lach had effortlessly passed them with his agility.

I detected the smugness and bravery behind his eyes. He was truly skilful, without the need of beating up players in the process.

Filled with pride and excitement, I jumped up and shouted for the very first time: "Come on, brother! You can do it! I love you!"

"Smash them all, Highlander!" My mother yelled, cupping her mouth and then stole the megaphone from Tiziano to shout louder.

"Kick him! Push it!!! Alpha Mel!" Uncle Andrew praised him, from my mother's side.