I wouldn’t put it past them.
They’re all blonde and blue-eyed, like Ivor, it must be a Western Pack trait. Though he does have a few dark-skinned members in his team too, just like we have dark-skinned wolves in our own pack.
The alpha of each competing team takes to the podium assigned for them. There are many packs in the world, but the Northern, Eastern, Western and Southern are the most well-known. Our pack is small, but it’s one of the first founding packs to have settled into North America, which is why our gracious alpha has so much prestige. He is considered the warden of the north, and our territory encompasses a large area.
There are packs that live in the old country of Canada that are more isolated than ours, living in such extreme conditions, yet our pack isthepack of the north.
It’s famous, thanks to our founder Rufus. A well-known wolf explorer in his time.
The other five packs competing are the North Western Pack, the North East, the South West, and Southern Eastern Pack.
There are hundreds upon hundreds of packs, and newer ones are being founded every day, normally named after the alpha’s last name. But the ones competing are the most recognized. The others don’t even get a chance to compete.
Our own alpha is amongst his fellow alphas, his cruel black gaze pinned on his nephew and beta.
Although I can’t read the alpha’s thoughts, I know what he’s telling his second in command.
Do not fail me today...
I clench my fists. If he thinks we’re doing this solely for him, then he’s sorely mistaken.
He’s such a bastard. I can’t stand seeing his smug expression up on that high podium. The elders sit on an elevated stand further up.
The majority of the shifter government is here to oversee the games, a perfect time for a bunch of suicidal humans to attack.
It’s always at the back of my mind, a possible invasion, and my nerves are all over the place. It’s hard to concentrate.
I would sooner be down in the dungeon getting to know the lovely Raven then be out here where everyone can see me.
Soon, I will have to get naked. We all need to get naked.
We have to shift this round, which helps me relax a little. Silver’s got this.
Right, Silver?
I poke the wolf that lives inside me, appalled to find her half asleep, and she better drink some coffee ASAP.
We have an obstacle course to get through.
Hunter’s grandfather, Elder Floyd, has the honor of commentating this year’s games, and I’m glad. I like him.
He’s a reasonable, old gent.
“Welcome all to the first round of the annual games!” he calls from the elders’ stand.
More screams, and my ears are about to rupture. At least they woke Silver up, who stretches and yawns, showing off those fangs.
I’m up. What did I miss?
I don’t even reply. I keep my mouth tight shut, my blood reaching boiling point at her nonchalance.
Why doesn’t she get remotely anxious? She’s a wolf, an animal. She’s supposed to be on high alert.
Silver huffs inside my head.Mom is it? Fine, keep your silence, Ylfa.
I give an inward sigh.Just don’t screw up.
When have I ever?