Eventually, Bran and I wake Camdyn and she takes over our watch. By that time, I'm pretty exhausted from the chaos of the day and I fall asleep quickly.

I am plagued with dreams of being lost in an endless fog. I can hear the river all around me, but my sense of direction is lost. I don't even know what I'm looking for.

I hear howling in the distance. It grows louder and in number until-

"Wake up! Everyone, wake up!"

My eyes snap open and I sit up quickly. I hear the howls and the roaring and I'm practically tearing myself out of my sleeping bag. Obviously, there hasn't been enough carnage. The Capitol is getting bored, and the districts aren't intimidated enough. Whatever this is, it's meant to put on a show and change that.

Camdyn shoves my knife into my hand and ushers me towards the mouth of the cave. "Cam? What's going on?" Bran cries.

"Mutts! We have to move! Now!" Camdyn shouts.

Drake reaches for a bag, but Camdyn shakes her head. "Leave it! We can come back for it later!"

We all rush out of the cave and look around, looking for the mutts that are surely in the area. It's early morning. There's just enough light to see and not much more.

A cannon fires right as the first wolf lunges towards me. The sudden adrenaline shocks what little sleep is left out of me. I duck sideways and bring my knife up. Blood spurts from the wolf's neck and it crumples.

I don't even get a moment to breathe before I see another one lunge at Bran. I immediately rush forward and shove him out of the way, gasping in pain as its claws slice across my upper arm. Immediately, I feel blood begin to soak my sleeve and run down my arm.

Camdyn is instantly on the wolf, stabbing her sword right into its back. It whimpers and then goes still. Drake is at my side quickly and he pulls me to my feet, being careful with his injuries. Camdyn grabs Bran before going to support Drake, and we once again start running.

I don't know how long we keep running, only that we eventually wind up at the river. Thankfully, it looks like a more shallow part. I don't like this at all, but we have to risk it and hope that the poison can't be absorbed through our skin. "We have to cross it!" I cry. "Camdyn, can you-"

"On it!" Camdyn grabs Drake and slings him over her shoulder to keep his wounded foot out of the water.

"Hey!" Drake cries as we begin wading into the river.

"Do you want to risk passing out?" I retort.

The current nearly causes me to stumble and I gasp as the cold water rushes across my ankles, soaking my lower legs and socks. I throw my arms up to stabilize myself and my wounded arm protests the movement.

There's more shouting from my allies and I turn and notice the silhouette of three other tributes in the dim early light. One of them strikes at a wolf with an axe that is currently attached to her leg. Another frantically begins stabbing at the wolf, trying to get it off.

"We have to keep moving!" I shout. "The wolves—"

I whip around when I hear the sound of something leaving the water. I turn around just as a wolf pounces on me.

It slams into me full force and I am thrown onto the riverbank. My knife flies from my grip and slides uselessly across the leaves. I brace my hands against the wolf's neck, trying to keep it at bay as its jaws snap inches from my face. The water rushes around me, soaking my clothes and Some of the water washes into my wound and I immediately start to feel as though lead is seeping into my veins. I am on the verge of panicking. I'm losing my grip. The wolf's jaws snap closer. Then, a knife sails into the wolf's side. It immediately pounces off of me and towards the more immediate threat. "Eyes on us, ugly!" Drake shouts. He reaches for a rock.

Get up! They need help!

I force myself onto my side and begin dragging myself out of the water. Bran races to my side and crouches down next to me. He grabs my good arm and pushes me into a sitting position. "Ames!" he cries. "Ames, please! You have to get up! We have to go!"

The fatigue gets worse. I dimly realize that I'll become dead weight any minute now, not to mention I'll be leaving a trail. "Bran, you have to run! Get out of here! I'll be alright!"

No! I'm not leaving you h—"

I hear the sound of an arrow striking flesh and for a moment, I'm frozen with terror, but then I hear the wolf whimper. Bran's attention turns to the direction of the arrow, and he immediately pulls his knife and moves so that he's between me and whoever shot that arrow.

He really shouldn't be doing that…

I'm about to say something to him when the howls begin to fade, then stop entirely. The Gamemakers must have decided we've had enough. Drake rushes towards me and helps get me to my feet. My legs wobble and I find myself heavily leaning on him for support.

I blink back the dark edges that threaten to consume my vision and I am fighting to stay awake. Camdyn is in a defensive position, sword in front of her. Bran holds his knife out. "Is that how you're going to treat us after we saved your lives?" I faintly hear Lincoln say as he nocks another arrow. Behind him, Decida has her axe out and Giemci is lingering behind, still hiding behind her hair, and glancing nervously at Decida's injured leg.

"Why should we trust you?" Drake snarls.

"The same reason you trust a Two?" Decida retorts. "If we wanted you dead, we would have let the wolf get you."

"Your friend is hurt," Lincoln continues. "We have a first aid kit at our camp."

"So do we," Camdyn replies coolly. "Drop the weapons."

"You first," Decida snarls.

I pull myself from Drake's grip and stumble forward. "Stop!" I say as I fight to stay upright. "All of you, stop. Lincoln saved us from that wolf. We should…" I take a deep breath. Everything feels so heavy. "We should at least hear him and his friends out."

Camdyn sighs and lowers her sword. Lincoln removes the arrow from his bow and places it back in his quiver. "Okay," Camdyn says. "Fine, but first, we need to patch ourselves up. We had to— Could you please lower the axe already, Seven? We don't want to fight you."

Lincoln turns to Decida and raises his eyebrow at her. Decida rolls her eyes and slowly puts her axe away.

It's at this point that a wave of dizziness washes over me and my knees give out. "Amber!" Camdyn lunges forward and catches me. "Hey, are you okay?"

Everything is spinning… I'm so tired.

Camdyn says something and shakes me, but I can't make it out anymore.

I don't know what's happening anymore. I just know that I need to sleep.

This chapter was very short but also very chaotic. We had a mutt attack, one tribute dead, Amber's injured and got hit by the river, and the Sixes and Seven Crew exist! Unfortunately, Amber passed out before a solid resolution to this encounter could be found, but the weapons were dropped so it's a start. I'm sorry this chapter shorter than usual. I tried making this one longer, but the pacing got awkward so I decided to cut it here and save what I had planned for next time. As for Amber's reaction to the River, I didn't think she'd get it as badly by the water hitting the cuts on her arm as Chanel did by drinking it. I went back and forth between whether or not I wanted to river Amber, but then they started crossing it during the mutt attack and it just happened? Whoops!

Will Amber be okay? Will Decida be okay? Will these alliances become one? Who died to the wolves? Thus endeth my constant game of twenty questions for this chapter.