The Mating Games (Werewolf Hunger Games)

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I stood in my dark grey wool dress, my hair roughly pulled back in a long french braid, my dark onyx locks fell down to my waist, my milky white skin which usually glowed was pasty and pale. My amber orbs were brimed with unshed tears.

"Evermore Steele" the name still echoed across the crowd filled field.

Everyone had edged away from me as if i had spontaneousily contracted a plague.

"Come, come dearie. Dont be shy." Effie Trinket chimed, smiling at me like i was just handed the riches of the world. 

Tears now poured from my eyes freely, but silently, i refused to unleash the sobs i felt bubbling in my throat. 

How could this happen...? i only had my name in it 3 times! Whos going to take care of my baby sister? Mom and Dad are dead...wait..KATNISS!

"Peeta Mallark" Effie called the boy, the 18 year old stepped up calmly, his face a mask, but his cerulean gaze locked on me.

"Now, lets get you two on the train." Effie placed her delicate hand on my back and herded me toward the door that lead to the train station.

"KATNISS!! KATNISS, PLEASE TAKE CARE OF ASTRIDE!!!! DONT LET HER DIE!!!" I screeched as a Peacekeeper picked me up and threw me over my shoulder. "ASTRIDE I LOVE YOU!!!!" was all that i managed to scream before the great steel doors were shut tight.

i flooped limply and numbly on the shoulder of the Keeper. All the fight left me as my fate burned into my brain. 'I'll possibly die in that arena...or worse, my freedom will be stolen and ill never see Astride again...'

"I got her..." i heard a deep, yet soft voice said as i was lifted from the Keeper's shoulder and then cradled bridal-style in against a muscular chest. "its ok, Ev...just sleep..."

With that i floated, grateful, into the awaiting darkness, sweet dreams of Mum and Dad and fields of flowers with picnic with Astride embraced me...