Chapter forty two

Ashlyn's POV

The Highland Alpha Games began a few hours after the alphas arrived. I had no idea there were lots of alphas in this region.

They came with their best horses for the race and their finest arrows and bows. They also came with few of their members to cheer them on. Many of the alphas were middle aged and a few looked like they had just been sworn in.

The first games to begin was the archery. About ten targets were set and each alpha of each pack was called out to stand a far distance away from the targets. Kill was the regulator of the event. Every alpha from each set that hit the target three times without missing would immediately be kept aside to compete with the other winners from the other set and then an overall winner would be claimed in the archery games.

I joined the fellow spectators watching with intent as the first set of alphas were called. A mixture of alpha Lycan and werewolves. Out of ten in the set, only three emerged the winners as they were able to hit