The game was about to begin. I was my own team and confident that I would place well against the other teams. The focus was on me as eight men were brought out. They were lined up and I was told that I must choose one of them to be my companion. He would help me against the other teams.

Each of the men was different. Some were burly with their bulging muscles being very apparent while others had strength that was harder to gauge as they wore longer sleeves. None of them was small, and each would undoubtedly help in some way.

Somehow I could see their temperaments. Some stood calmly and quietly, while the skin of others almost rippled with intensity. It was one of these men that I chose. He would be active in helping me to win against the other teams. Yes, his strength and intensity would help.

The decision was made. Suddenly something didn’t seem right. As the one I had chosen began to walk toward me, I could sense his intensity was focused at me. It wasn’t aligned with my own desires. He wanted to take me down.

One of the calmer men whom I had not chosen stepped forward quickly and put a hand on his chest to hold him back. But this was my new teammate and nobody could stop him when the game started.

Half of the man’s face began to transform in my vision to that of a wolf. Fire flashed deep in the depths of his eyes. It wasn’t a transformation, but instead I was suddenly seeing more clearly the one I had chosen. And the intensity was anger. It was anger directed at me. He was going to destroy me. The game was about to begin.

What had I done?