Aria.
The sun dipped low over Ravencrest regaining field, the golden glow casted long shadows against the wide field. I looked around and the size of the football field was about half of my pack. Ravencrest was huge and they still needed more.
Tall bleachers sat on both sides of the field and the chairs were painted in a way that from far off it looked like a big Raven insignia. It was amazing.
Looking around, I found the team on the field, the sounds of grunts and thuds filled the air and I stepped into the grass and started to make my way to the top of the bleachers when the sound of loud whistling stopped me in my tracks.
“You lost, kid?” I heard a loud voice shout as I turned to see who looked like a coach.
“Coach Morgan Everett. I see you’re one of the Silverwood wolves.” He said
