The Alphas prize

I laid there in the soft grass, staring up at the sky, watching as the clouds swirled around and the birds soared with the wind. I groaned internally at my wounded pride.

"That was a bitch move, you know!" I said to my brother Gunnar.

My brother and I are currently having a one-on-one training session, as I want to up my game, but man, he can be challenging at times.

He looked down at me with a stern appearance and a tone to match his expression. "Yes, it was, but remember Freja, your opponents won't always fight fair. They will fight dirty and use whatever tactic they can in order to take you out. So you need to be prepared for such moves, whether it's a bitch move or not!"

I growled at him and rolled my eyes, even though as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. The Rogues are dirty fighters, and they don't care whether you are male or female; they will do whatever it takes to win the battle.

My brother stood there looming over me, with a cheeky smile plastered on his stupid face. He kicked my boot with him, "Now get your ass up and let's try this again."

I snarled at him. "Fine!"

I rose to my feet, eyeing my brother as he took his position. I studied his form and remembered his previous movements, but knowing Gunnar; he will probably change up his plan of attack, so he can surprise me once again and kick my ass once again.

He looked at me with that playful look, a grin stretched across his face, as he raised his hands and motioned them for me to come at him.

I took my position and let out a battle cry. I then charged towards him at full speed, Gunnar dodged my move, and with a swipe of his leg, he took me out, causing me to fall smacked down on my back once again. Ugh!

I groaned loudly and craned my neck to look up at him. "You know, this isn't fair. Your name represents army! I don't stand a chance against you!" I whined.

He let out a chuckle, and as he was distracted, I took advantage of it for that split second. Then, rising to my feet, I barreled towards him. I put all my weight into it and knocked him to the ground.

I threw my hands in the air and screamed at the top of my lungs, "VICTORY!" But my internal victory dance was short-lived as he grabbed my leg, causing me to fall to the ground beside him.

We laid there for a short while, chuckling and discussing other tactics before mother called us for dinner, and our faces fell.

Dinner with the family used to be exciting, something we all looked forward to after a long day. It was something we cherished as a family, where we would all gather together, smiles on our faces, and we would share the events that occurred throughout our day.

But now, it only meant we had a short time left before the sun went down and the rogues would return to battle us once again, just as they had been for the past week.

My name is Freja Forrester; I am the second-born child of Alpha Val Forrester and Luna Revna Forrester of the Harvest moon pack. My parents had three children, the oldest being my brother Gunnar, who is 6'6 and built like a shit brick house. I swear he works out more than he sleeps! He and I resemble our father, Gunnar, more so than I, inheriting dad’s golden eyes, short dark brown hair, sleek jaw line and intimidating stature. I am 5'7 long dark brown hair, medium build, lean and hazelnut eyes, with flecks of sapphire blue, my eyes being the one thing that set me apart from them. My sister, Adela, is the smallest of us and resembles our mother. She is 5'5, skinny, has short golden-brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

relationship with

been a quiet person, making things difficult when trying to find common ground. We were different in our own ways, which put a wall between us at times and made it difficult to get close to her. On the other hand, Gunnar and I have always had a good sibling relationship. He was more than just a big brother to me, he was my friend, and I would do

began to consume me. All I could think of is "Would this be our last supper? Would I lose my family

time now. We all thought that things might take a turn for the better during negotiations between my father and the Alpha. However, we were so wrong; it felt like it wasn't enough for Alpha Cain,

the packs because we knew we wouldn't win, we knew his resources were far more vast than ours, his warriors were ruthless and mad, his pack was also twice the size

also expected this outcome, as it felt like Alpha Cain was just playing with us and giving us false hope, something he was known for doing. So, we have been training all day in skin and fur, we recruited anyone capable of fighting in our pack in hopes of having a better chance, but we knew that

to my father's, was the biggest in the pack. Both were black wolves, vast and ferocious, but my dad's wolf had grey patches within his fur.

about myself. She was beautiful in my mind, large,

we were all depleted, mentally and physically, and there wasn't much else to say to each other. So, as dusk approached, we gathered our gear, said our goodbyes to mom and Adela, and made our way

to gear up and prepare ourselves for the fight ahead. I dreaded what was to come but didn't let my fear show. I grabbed out my trusty bow and wolfsbane-filled arrows and began to climb a tree.

and fellow pack members. So they reluctantly agreed when I suggested perching myself in a tree, kind of like a sniper and taking rogues out with my bow. I told them about the wolfsbane arrow tips that Erik and I had designed; it took us a long time to finally perfect them, but we did it. These arrow tips can kill most wolves; it

ascended the tree, I peered down at my father, who gave me a reassuring nod and then sauntered off to take his place.

took my position. Then, looking out at my surroundings, I began to prepare myself mentally for the fight ahead.

sign of the Dead pack. We knew it was a possible distraction to

of our warriors out of the corner of my eye. I let out the signal, and that's

as much strength and courage as they could conjure up. The copper smell of blood filled the air and pooled on the ground beneath

rogues were ambushing Gunnar. I know he is a ruthless, strong fighter, especially when he was in his wolf form, but he was slowly becoming outnumbered at

the tree, firing arrows left, right, and center at the numerous rogues surrounding him. As I came closer to him, I dropped my bow, began to discard my clothes and shifted into my

rogues started to retreat. Gunnar then mind linked with me, and he

THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, FREJA!" He

him, "SAVING YOUR ASS." I yelled

huffed. "I didn't need your help! I had it under control. Now get your ass

loud chuff,

noise come from my left. I

when I heard a male voice. "Well,

who the voice belonged to, but

my eyes roamed the trees around me. Then, behind me, I heard a faint chuckle. "What

for a figure in the shadows, but there was nothing and no one. Then, as I stood there, my heart began to beat out of my chest. I tried to slow it down by taking slow breaths,