(Siena’s POV)
The room hums with tension, the kind that prickles against your skin and settles deep in your bones.
The announcer steps forward to the ceremonial platform, the silver emblem of the Grand Gathering glinting on his chest. The torchlight catches his face as he unfurls the traditional scroll, the crowd falling into a hushed silence.
"Honored packs of the Northern Territories," he calls out, his voice carrying across the amphitheater. "After three days of trials, tests of strength, cunning, and pack unity, the Council of Elders has completed their deliberations."
He pauses, a theatrical moment that draws the tension tighter. I feel Raiden's presence across the arena, his energy as focused and intense as my own.
"In the Hunt Challenge, Silverfang Pack demonstrated exceptional coordination, with a score of ninety-two points."
Cheers erupt from the Silverfang section, their silver and blue standards waving proudly.
"In the same challenge, Windhowl Pack showed remarkable adaptability, also earning ninety-two points."
My pack members howl in approval, several warriors raising their fists in triumph.
The announcer continues, "In the Trial of Wits, Silverfang earned eighty-seven points for their solution to the mountain passage dispute."
Raiden's expression remains neutral, but I catch the slight tilt of his chin—pride carefully contained.
"Windhowl's innovative approach to the same trial has earned them ninety points."
A ripple of surprise moves through the crowd. We've pulled ahead, if only slightly.
"In the final challenge, the Rite of Unity," the announcer's voice grows more solemn, "Silverfang displayed traditional strength and coordination, earning ninety-three points."
The Silverfang supporters pound their ceremonial drums, the rhythm echoing against the stone walls.
"Windhowl's performance in the Rite of Unity was..." he pauses, consulting the scroll, "unconventional but effective. The Council awards ninety points."
I exhale slowly. We're still neck and neck.
The announcer raises his hands for silence, the crowd gradually stilling.
"The final scores have been tallied," he declares. "With a total of 272 points, Silverfang Pack."
Raiden's supporters roar their approval.
"And with a total of 272 points," the announcer continues, his voice rising above the noise, "Windhowl Pack."
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