* Alpha Daemon *
When the Trial Grounds roared like a living beast, I knew something is about to start.
Hundreds of wolves filled the massive stone arena carved into the center of the Capital, their voices echoing beneath the gray winter sky. While the snow drifted slowly from above, it was slowly melting and gently touched the fires surrounding the battlefield.
The Banners of every major territory whipped violently in the wind. And standing across the arena from me were the Alphas who came for the same thing I did.
The throne, and the position as the new Alpha King.
But first we have to survive. The fight to survive what comes next. I stood near the entrance gate with my fur cloak hanging heavily over my shoulders while Gaspar adjusted the leather armor strapped across my forearms.
