* Alpha Daemon *
When the night comes The Trial Grounds go slowly. The endless sea of fires burned beneath the snow-filled sky while wolves drank, sharpened weapons, argued, laughed, and prepared for the coming fight. The entire encampment breathed like a beast that never truly slept.
But inside my tent, there was silence because I wanted my wolf to rest and be prepared.
I sat alone near the dim of the lantern hanging from the center pole, my elbows resting on my knees while I removed the leather straps from my forearms one by one. My muscles ached from the journey, though pain no longer bothered me the way it once did when I was younger.
Not after years of experiencing war. Not after the blood of my parents was spilled. The past that I never wanted to reminisce about.
Outside, I coul
