Lucia stood in the center of the pack’s gathering circle, her chest heaving with exertion and exhilaration. The challenge had been grueling, but she had faced it with a determination that burned like wildfire. Her dark hair clung to her fair skin, damp with sweat, but her eyes sparkled with triumph. She had done it. She had won.
The pack was abuzz with murmurs of astonishment and approval. Even Miranda, known for her sharp tongue and fierce competitiveness, had to acknowledge Lucia's victory with a begrudging nod. Lucia's heart swelled with pride when she caught sight of the alpha, Ragnar, watching her with a look of approval and pride. She felt a surge of emotion—acceptance, belonging, and the warmth of being acknowledged by the one who led them all.
As the pack dispersed, congratulatin
