Disclaimer: All characters in this work are purely fiction, are all over 18 years old, all situations are consensual and all writing is the sole property of Bella Bellua, author.
*****
Chapter 3: Off to the Races
Her:
The gathering area was crowded when we arrived. Naturally, we were a little late as was the way when you had to chorale seven crazy pups, but the early morning light still streamed through the trees.
I was a little cross because I had stayed up all night selecting the art pieces that would be displayed today. I needed to make a good impression to the northern alphas if they were going to continue to send provisions to support the Orphanage. I was proud of my work, but I was honestly a little apprehensive having all these people see and judge my paintings.
Feeling very small, we made our way through the front gate to view the open field. There were voices buzzing with excitement all around us. It was really amazing that they were able to get all this set up in a few short months. The dedicated fairgrounds were large with areas set aside for all sorts of competitive games, from archery, to wrestling, to sword fighting, to weightlifting.
The entire back half of the arena was set aside for a large track, tilted off the ground along the back edge so the spectators could see the runners as they made the back lap. This is where the first event would be held, and most of the alphas were already rumored to be signed up.
While brute strength and cunning were hallmark traits of an alpha, the speed of their wolf was the basis for determining the victor in a number of ways. So a race was the perfect way to start off the games.
Making our way through the crowds, I joined the other northern orphans at my art display to the right side, just before the stands set up as seating for the races. Fumbling with the clips on one of my larger paintings, I jumped as I heard a booming voice call me name. "Red! That cannot be my little sister is all grown up!"
Turning just in time for Jac to rush up, enveloping me in a hug that lifted me off the ground. Laughing, I swatted at his hold. "Jac, oh my gosh, I've missed you!" I hugged him in return.
Jac was the only orphan older than me, we spent much of my teenage years terrorizing each other as only siblings could until he decided he needed to venture out and 'find himself' four years ago. We received letters from him like clockwork but he did not tell us that he would be joining the packs for the games.