Grace pov
I rolled my shoulders as the competition coordinator droned on about rules and safety protocols, my eyes scanning the assembled competitors with clinical precision. Forty-seven young wolves from twelve different packs, all here to prove their worth and secure their place in the hierarchy. Most of them looked confident, well-trained, ready.
None of them had trained in the Colorado mountains with Thomas Grey.
*I would show them all,* I thought, my jaw setting with determination. *Every single person who ever looked down on me, who ever thought I was weak, who ever believed I deserved to be broken—I would prove them wrong.*
And I would do it by achieving something no one expected from the girl they'd cast out: I would rank Alpha.
The ranking system was simple in theory, bruta
