I found it. It's mine (Claiming)

Before she'd left on her search for her aunt, that haunting call came from the border. She knew it might eventually - from some fortune-seeker or greedy passerby. It still made her heart plummet to the very depths of her stomach. Fable careened towards the scene, wanting to scream and shout - or hell, take on the challenge in her aunt's place - but she was no fighter. Never had been. When she skidded to a stop, another female had arrived and was challenging the claim. You will not be building another war pack on the ashes of this school. Her heart found itself at the bottom of her stomach and lurched up into her throat so fast she thought she might actually gag. A war pack? What did the continent need more of those for? It tread upon everything Theory had cultivated, everything she had seemed to stand for... her entire being. There was a gentleness to her aunt that she missed dearly, even now. It was terrible to feel powerless in a situation such as this, especially when wolves began to trickle in and elect to pick sides. The challenge quickly seemed to turn into a spectacle the likes of which she had never seen. Fable gulped down that nauseous feeling that crept back up and picked a place on the outskirts, aligned with neither side of particular. Once the fight started, she could barely stand to watch.