Don's POV
It is Thursday; that means we have to fight. I still don't understand why my dad will let me mark somebody who betrayed us. I don't even think he knows about all this.
I pack extra clothes to change into after the fight. It is the first time I am actually scared to fight. For the first time, I am scared of dying in a fight. I have something to live for now. Nala.
I pick my phone to call her.
"Nala, how are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm fine, Don."
She sounds like she has something else to say, but she didn't say anything. I become really worried.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"It's just.....nothing. Nothing, Don."
I know something is definitely wrong, this aggravates my worry.
"Today is the fight, Nala," I say.
"Please come back," she replies.
I am, Nala, even without you asking me to. I won't die in this. I will come back to you.
I can't say all that to her. Not now.
"I will, Nala, see you soon,” I say, as I end the call.