★Nuel's POV★
The metal gong sounded, echoing across the wide field like a summons from the gods themselves. The gates of the Northern Pack creaked open and the seven contestants were released into the open. Beta Thor's voice thundered across the air, carrying authority and a cold promise as the sands in the massive show glass began to pour.
The countdown had begun.
Every contestant who failed to return before the final drop of sand and without a kill from beyond the pack's borders, would be eliminated. Removed not just from the competition but from any right to be called worthy of the Alpha's Luna.
According to Thor, a Luna was supposed to be strong. Smart and capable of hunting food for the pack even if every storehouse in the North went empty.
I scoffed under my breath.
"As if that could ever happen," I muttered to myself.
