Arlo's POV (Eiden's Wolf)

On a bright Sunday morning, we prepared to face Alpha Andrew’s warriors on the battlefield.

The largest forest in our pack had been dedicated as a battlefield for thousands of years, probably since the pack's founding.

That morning, I stood before fifteen hundred warriors who would be fighting against the River Oval Pack's warrior squad.

We were already on the battlefield, awaiting the enemy's arrival in fifteen minutes.

I observed the gleam in the eyes of the ...