Ava Hart POV"The young pups are howled into a frenzy over the new voting-stone," Lisa tells me, her ears twitching as she stirs the fire inside our wooden den. "They cannot decide if your quick paws or Manni’s heavy winter coat rule the high valleys.""Let them bark," I say, keeping my nose close to the leather map. "I have no desire to clash with the prime hunter of the northern borders. If she wants the high ridge, she can have it.""But the pack-links are roaring with your names," Lisa says, tossing more wood onto the flames. "The scouts are calling it the True Peak Challenge. They want to see if a fresh runner backed by Alpha Connor Vale can match the scars of a real mountain predator.""My paws are too busy for games," I reply, my voice low. "The territory needs meat, not vanity."For three suns, I follow the trail lines Connor laid out for my training. I stay in the thick brush, keeping my head low and working until my pads are raw. But when the moon hits the middle sky, Jordan
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