"But Elder! My shoes will get covered in mud!" Eliana shrieked, her voice echoing over the clearing as she stamped her glittering five-inch heel, looking at the damp, dirt-strewn path in absolute horror.
I paused at the edge of the trail, looking back over my shoulder at her with a sharp, mocking smirk.
The Elder didn't even bother to look down at her feet. "I do not care about your shoes." he barked, his voice dripping with old-school pack severity.
I scanned the rest of the lined-up competitors. A collective groan went through the crowd as several other high-society pack daughters looked down at their glittery doll shoes and designer flats. Out of the dozens of girls standing at the starting line, only one other girl had actually shown up prepared.
She was standing a few feet away,
