All I could feel was nervousness through the bond. I knew tonight was a big deal for Sasha. She has been dreaming of this ever since we were kids. I tried to send some calming energy back to her but I wasn’t sure if it helped at all. I was standing off the side of the stand we had put up on the training field. The only lighting was that of torches. It is customary that at these things you wear some form of your pack colors while still wearing minimal clothing. The men either wore dark blue pants or shorts with no shirts. The warriors that were top of their class wore blue war paint to signify who they are. I wore blue pants and hand war marks going across my chest. The paint looked like I had been clawed. Ryan stood on top of the stage along with my dad. We were waiting for Alex to escort
