The wind was gentle and caressed Alicia’s face, the stray strands of her hair fluttering across her forehead and cheek while the rest was tugged back in a braid. She stood in a field facing Ruby, who paced back and forth as though she couldn’t wait to get her hands on the future Luna of Bloody Claw. A large crowd, the entire pack that could be there, were gathered. Stalls had even been arranged.
Apparently, it was one of the most exciting fights in a while. Alicia thought that was strange because Bloody Claw was known for its thirst for blood and fighting other packs. She’d seen their training, yet she’d pushed past those prejudices when most of the scary-looking wolves had welcomed her so warmly into the pack.
This was inevitable, though. If it wasn’t Ruby it would be another she-wolf o
