ALFRED POV

The final day of the tournament arrived quickly than expected. The stadium was packed full with wolves who were all cheering loudly that it shook the stadium walls. I stood at the edge of the arena, watching the last matches wrap up.

Andre approached me with a piece of parchment in his hand. “The final standings are ready, Alpha. Alpha Kael took the warrior division. The young wolves competition was won by a boy from the eastern village.”

I nodded briefly. “Good. Let the kitchens know. There should be extra rations of food for the winner’s family.”

Andre smiled. “It is already done.”

Before I could say anything...