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    “Do you think this is part of Ms. Sanderson’s final test? She’s already used vipers before… Luring wolves could be just as easy, right?” Another voice chimed in, slightly more suspicious, “Isn’t it strange that the squad leaders are gone too?”


    The group, hearing these remarks, exhaled in relief. If this was all part of Harlee’s n, then perhaps they didn’t have to fear risking their lives after all.


    Lionel’s sharp gaze turned toward the two recent speakers, his tone icy.


    “From the moment we arrived, the squad leaders made it clear that the wolves were the biggest threat out here. They didn’t know when the wolves would strike! So, if you’re still holding on to that kind of hope, I suggest you crawl further into the desert to hide—unless you’d prefer to die stupidly.”


    The two men flushed with embarrassment under Lionel’s pointed rebuke but couldn’t find the words to counter. They could only re in frustration.


    Rita, ever the stern voice of reason, took over.


    “If you don’t agree with Lionel’s words, I suggest you form your own group!” she snapped, her tone firm.


    “Everyone, prepare for battle!”


    Just as she finished, a massive ck wolf, its body nearly twice the size of a regr gray wolf, surged to the front. It lifted its head high and let out a mighty roar, a sound quickly joined by a chorus of howls from the pack behind it.


    The noise was deafening, shaking the very air around them.


    Lionel exchanged a knowing look with Rita. His voice was calm, but there was a certain steel to it.


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    “That’s the alpha wolf. We need to take it down first, no matter what.”


    “I was thinking the same thing.”


    Rita paused, her eyes scanning the terrain, and then added, “Wolves are faster and more resilient than we are. We have to act quickly, or we’ll miss our chance.”


    Lionel nodded, his expression serious.


    “Alright, once we signal the sniper, we’ll charge in—front and back. We move together, no hesitation.”


    Lionel gave a hand signal to Rosie, who was poised and ready, and then turned to Mooney and Josh, who would lead small groups to cover them.


    Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Rhys smirked, his eyes glinting with approval. He held Harlee’s waist, his voice low and amused.


    “Not bad. They’re not as clueless as I thought.”


    Harlee gave a nod, agreeing with his assessment. She surveyed the soldiers, her gaze calcting.


    “Do we need to keep those twelve?” she asked, her voice neutral but sharp.


    Rhys didn’t answer immediately, instead observing the soldiers’ fighting skills and their precision with weapons.


    “No,” he finally said, his tone thoughtful.


    “If they want topete in Breeznd, they need at least six more months of training.”


    Harlee smirked, her pride evident.


    “Agreed. Those twelve are the first to be eliminated.”


    Rhys chuckled, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he reached up to brush the sand off her cheek.


    “Lee, fishing forpliments again, are you?”


    She grinned, raising an eyebrow.


    “Don’t I deserve them?”


    With a yful nudge of her elbow to his stomach, Harlee kept her stance firm, her yful tone contrasting the serious situation. Since they met, Rhys’ hand never left her waist.


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