They are warriors, chosen to serve the Alpha King. Noble, brave and true, each brings their own unique qualities to the service. Their duty is not only to protect and serve their King but also to protect the Kingdom. In Spring of each year all of th...
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Sage's POV
The last few days in the Arena have been unbearably cold. As I huddle in my thin shirt and jeans trying to find some sort of warmth I worry that I will have avoided every Warrior in this Arena only to be killed by the weather.
I'm used to the cold, my old pack was in far north and after I was rejected by the Alpha of a rival pack my own Alpha was furious he refused to let me live in the pack house anymore saying I was a filthy traitor for being mated to the enemy. He forced me to live in a shed, it was humiliating but mostly it was cold. I only wish the cold was the worst I had to deal with at that pack. Every single person I cared about turned their back on me, my parents, my brother, my friends. All of them turned on me quicker than a rattlesnake calling me traitor, whore, bitch.
As cold as I had been in that shed it was nothing compared to this. I couldn't feel my hands or my feet. I was seriously starting to worry about frostbite. Wolves are tough and we run hotter than humans but I'm not sure I can survive this, not with clothing and shelter options available to me.
Before I was collected by the Council guards my Alpha made sure I was weakened by hardly feeding me, that and the constant beatings. By the time I reached the Arena I had hardly any strength, I tried my best to hide it from the others but the injuries I carried coupled with lack of food had made me weak. I had barely managed to catch any food since I have been in here. I have accepted that I won't survive.
It's snowing now, cold, so so cold. I'm so tired. I could lie down for a few minutes; I'll just close my eyes and rest. I won't go to sleep, I shouldn't go to sleep, but I can close my eyes, it's only a few minutes.
Alric's POV
The weather has become steadily worse over the last few days. The longer my mate evaded me the more I worried, I must find her in the next few hours or I fear for her survival in this weather, There is little cover in this part of the Arena.
I have been contacted by six of my brothers so far using our pack mind link, each have told me a similar story regarding the women in the Arena. With each story of pain and suffering experienced by each woman I could feel my spirits sinking. What had my own mate gone through?
I had entered the Games with hope, I was sure that I would find my mate here. The ban on travelling had come into effect just as I was turning 28; I was among the first Warriors to be denied the chance to find my mate. Now I was 33 and craved a mate, I had been craving one for 5 long years. Of course there was no guarantee I would have found her in my first year or any year after that. After hearing what each of my new found sisters had gone through, the pain, humiliation and torture I now hoped that she wasn't there during the initial years of the ban, that she had not gone through five years of pain without me.
When I saw my mate at the podium I was struck by her stunning looks, tall with raven black hair and dark grey eyes. But I also noticed other details too, her hair was short and ragged as though someone had taken a knife to it, her cheeks were sunken and hollow, her complexion sallow as if she had been sick, her posture was hunched to the side and I could tell that she had injuries possibly broken ribs. Someone had hurt her a great deal, I didn't know who, possibly her ex-mate or others in her pack. I do know that if I ever find those people, they will pay for her pain.
