Griffin was on fire this time around. He tore through the opposing team who had the ball, smashed into wolves and sent them tumbling as though they were nothing more than leaves in a gale.
By himself, he created a path through the field, tossing opponents aside like snow being plowed to clear a road.
Unfortunately, time was running out for them. There was just one minute left and not even his raw strength could save them, not without them scoring.
Violet clung to the edge of her seat as the second ticked louder in her mind. Not just her, but the rest of Alaric's supporters were restless now, their anxiety reaching a fever pitch.
The heat of the match was now firmly on Griffin, the red wolf standing out as the battering ram of his team. Unfortunately for Asher's team who focused on him, they forgot about a certain star player.