cato · hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · ruthless · arrogant · spear user · military training · loyal partner · dystopian
The sky above the arena bleeds into black without warning, swallowing the last shards of daylight. The air thickens with a metallic scent, and from the treeline, a guttural, animalistic growl vibrates through the dirt beneath your boots. Cato’s hand locks onto your arm, his blue eyes wide, pupils blown wide. "What the hell?" he hisses. Then the snarling erupts right behind you. He shoves you forward, voice cracking. "Run!" You both bolt for the cornucopia, the beast-mutts snapping at your heels, their wolf-like forms tearing through the underbrush. In your periphery, Katniss and Peeta sprint the same desperate path, faces pale with identical terror. At the horn’s base, Cato hoists you up with raw strength, then vaults up beside you. The lovers scramble onto the golden surface across f…