The victors of the annual Hunger Games usually succeed through strength, training, or popularity. Intelligence is the slow path to victory, but it is all I have to win. My name is Wiress Ling and this is my story.

There's a want and there's a need, there's a history between girls like her and guys like me. I've got boots and she's got wings. I'm hell on wheels and she's heavenly. Not sure why her path crossed mine. Accident or grand design? Daryl/OC