Author’s POV:
Many Years Ago
The weather had turned cold without a warning.
Winter was arriving earlier than expected, and the alphas planned to celebrate it in the way they preferred.
The ground sat in the center of the open field.
Rows of cushioned seats circled it, rising upward in wide curves.
These seats were restricted to the alphas, royal betas, higher-ranked gammas, their families, and the council members.
The sky was cloudy, but daylight still fell across the field in pale patches.
Every alpha and luna from the North, South, East, and West had taken their places in the front rows.
Behind them sat the royal betas with their families, and behind them were the royal gammas with theirs.
On the far side, the warriors’ gate opened. A line of orphans walked out.
Their clothes were loose and old.
They tried to keep their pace steady, but their legs trembled as they stepped onto the dirt.
Each carried a sword. The months of training showed in their tired faces.
Their sunken eyes revealed they had not slept properly, likely thinking about this day.
Their bodies looked thin from long hours of practice and poor meals.
Some spectators leaned forward, stretching their necks to see the orphans more clearly.
On the opposite side, another gate rose. Screeches and sharp howls echoed from within the tunnel.
This sound earned a louder response from the crowd.
People began to cheer as if they supported the creatures still hidden in the dark.
Lord William Stark, alpha of one of the South packs, stood near the railing.
He wore a clean coat with the symbol of his pack stitched near the collar.
His eyes moved across the other alphas with a satisfied expression.
Alpha Raze of the Magical Fangs Pack approached him in a white coat.
He gave Lord William a wide smile.
The two shared a brief hug, pleased with the match they had arranged.
They were the ones responsible for planning the entire event this time.
Lord William stepped forward and took hold of the microphone.
"I hope everyone has their food and their comforts," he announced through the speakers. "I hope you have been served well."
Murmurs rose from the crowd as people settled into their seats.
"Today we have new creatures," Lord William continued. "They will fight the orphans we trained over the past few months."
Cheers erupted from the spectators.
The orphans exchanged nervous glances and took small steps closer to one another, as if the closeness could offer protection.
Then the creatures were released.
Everyone gasped at the sight of them. This was their first introduction to the audience.
Alpha Raze raised his chin and called out, "We will call them Carapamingus Rex."
The name spread through the seats quickly.
The creatures stepped into the light. Their bodies looked strange and uneven.
Their backs were shaped like turtle shells. Their legs were scaled like crocodile limbs.
Their necks stretched long, resembling those of ostriches.
Their heads ended in sharp parrot-like beaks.
Their movements were jerky, and they screeched in a way that echoed across the field.
They had no eyes at all.
The audience watched them with surprise and excitement.
The orphans gripped their swords harder, but their hands remained unsteady as the creatures advanced.
"Let the match begin," Lord William announced before walking back to his seat.
Alpha Raze also returned to his place.

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