DAY 7

The sun was high in the sky, warm on the skin. The air was filled with the smell of green grass, and the sweet, sweaty smell of wolves in a large crowd. It was the seventh day of the Alphas' gathering, and today was Archery Day.

It was a day of skill and show, where the best archers from every pack would compete. Noises born of pure excitement filled the air as the crowds of wolves, from young pups to old warriors, watched from the pavilions.

The shooting range was a long, open field. ...