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An enclosure fence surrounded the opening in the forest, where tall trees lined on either side and curved around the enormous tent. It was similar to the one which had been erected the day we went to register for the tournament. Except this one carried an insignia of a wolf pouncing over a green field, grey against the backdrop and with its teeth bared ferociously.
We all filed into the enclosure, where Alpha Cal was standing patiently with his arms clasped behind his back and his eyes narrowed to near-slits. Behind him stood three old men, the five Alphas apart from Damian and a young, bright-eyes woman with strawberry-blonde hair and a small smile. She held a single notepad, and as we all finally came to stand in a single line in front of them, she stepped forward.
“Welcome, one a
