†Noca's POV†
The boy filled my mind, his face, his defiance, the way he had returned last with the flag that marked him a victor. How he had done it, I didn't know. I couldn't begin to imagine. All I knew was that he lived. They all lived. And only one person had been attacked by the creatures that roamed my father's hunting grounds.
"Alpha!" a voice called, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I blinked, shaking my head to clear the haze as I turned toward the source of the voice.
Thor wasn't with me. He had stayed behind at the pack with one excuse after another. Of matters to attend to, preparations to make. But I knew that he was preparing his daughter for tomorrow's task. As if they would know what it was.
I was the only one who came to the outlands. I and the high priest, who at this point seemed like the only man willing to tell me what I needed to know.
