A wave of nerves hit me as I walked to the field where the moon challenge was being held, I changed into some athletic shorts and a sports bra and tank top and grabbed a backpack with spare clothes in case I must shift. I put my hair in a high ponytail to show off my mating mark. Since was a pack warrior, anyone had the right to challenge me.
These challenges had strict rules, that were absolute and set in stone. This challenge is an incredibly old tradition only a few packs participate in still, some alpha’s think is ridiculous but other find it a good way to keep their pack in line.
I walked to the edge of the field an immediately spotted dax and walked over to him grabbing his hand. Brian was standing next to him and smiled as I approached. “Well, well well look what we have here” he
