Nic sat in his small tent polishing his sword, his heart pounding with excitement. The roar of the crowd was so loud it seemed to shake the ground. The Annual Lunar Games were always a time of excitement. All twenty packs of Wolf Kingdom gathered together while their young nobles competed in archery, swordsmanship, racing, and other contests for the coveted, Lunar Medal. Nic was the reigning champion and was determine to keep his title. Black Fang was the poorest of the twenty packs, bringing them glory in the Games was the least he could do. His retainer entered the tent. "My lord, you have a visitor." "Later. I'm busy." The retainer lowered his voice. "It's Lady Fira. She's waiting at the edge of the tournament grounds. She says it's urgent." Nic stood up immediately. “Stay here. If anyone asks for me, say I went to relieve myself.” He instructed the retainer. He hurried to the woods surrounding the training ground, where he knew Fira would be. On the way he ra
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