The lanterns dimmed just slightly, the hum of conversation slipping into reverent stillness as Alpha Jack stepped onto the stage, his posture straight, voice carrying through the cool night air.
"Tonight," he began, "we honour the warriors who have proven themselves through grit, instinct, intelligence, and unwavering heart."
The gathering listened, rapt. Alpha's and Luna's flanked the front rows. Elders watched with measured pride. And ten warriors—including me—stood beneath the stars, waiting.
"Each warrior has been ranked based on performance across every trial. Endurance. Combat. Strategy. Loyalty. And the invisible thread that weaves them all—will."
He turned, motioned to his right.
"Tenth place, Ezra Raines of the Riverbend bloodline."
Polite applause.
"Ninth, Mika Harrow."
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