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Chapter Nine: A Test of Loyalty
Author: Lilian Hay
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It has been seven years since the challenge circle was deployed.

Before the longhouse at dawn, it was now etched in the dust: a rugged ring of packed dirt twenty paces broad, ringed by all the surviving wolves. The dismal light gutted the torches, steaming breath. Despite being kept back, children continued to watch from their moms' hips and rooftops.

Vance stood in the middle, his shirt off, his chest heaving and scarred. Fear, fear for the group, dread for pups that wept themselves to sleep hungry, burned in his eyes hotter than rage.

Heath turned to face him, naked up to the waist, the assassin's new wound already covered in silver and black scabs. Wrapped in Scarlett's extra cloak, Savannah gazed from the longhouse porch, her crimson eyes unblinking. Like Heat over coals, the air surrounding her crackled softly.

Vance's voice carried to the back of the crowd when he spoke first.

His formal words cracked with emotion as he stated, "I challenge Alpha Heath of Crimson Howl." "For gui
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