* Arriane *
Time was running fast, and the next morning came. The Trial Grounds felt far more dangerous than before.
It is not because of the snowstorm sweeping across the Capital or the endless roar of wolves filling the huge arena.
But because now they had all seen what Alpha Daemon is capable of.
Everywhere as we walked, wolves would moved aside instinctively for the Shadow Pack warriors. Some bowed their heads slightly. Others avoided eye contact entirely. Fear had spread through the camp overnight like wildfire.
And Alpha Daemon walked through it all as if none of it mattered. He doesn't care at all.
Now I glanced at him, wearing black leather armor instead of the heavy fur cloak from yesterday, the bandages beneath hidden carefully though I knew his wounds had not fully healed
