The course stretched before us like a battlefield out of some brutal nightmare. Towering walls, jagged pits, spiked swinging logs, and mud thick as blood. It didn’t look like a test, it looked like a death sentence. The air stank of sweat, earth, and fear. Alphas lined up, some wearing smug grins, others radiating coiled readiness.
I adjusted the straps on my loose uniform, took a steadying breath, and fixed my eyes on the obstacle ahead.
Alpha Gideon’s voice cracked across the field like a whip.
“Begin!”
We surged forward. The uneven ground was slick with mud, threatening to pull every step from beneath us. The first wall loomed ahead, but while most tried to haul themselves over with brute force, I went for speed. I sprinted toward it, using the jagged edges like a ladder, scaling it
