Chapter 18 A Debate With The Strategist
Chapter 18 A Debate With The Strategist
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Miss Loveson cleared her throat, abruptly robbing me of the chance to retort to <b>what </b>Elias had said. Instead, a deep sigh of frustration escaped my lips. Why were these Alphas making everything so unbearably annoying?
“Silver Quill is looking for twenty new members from the freshmen,” Miss Loveson announced with a smile, her <b>enthusiasm </b><b>radiating </b>throughout <b>the </b>room.
“Yes,” she continued, her tone growing more earnest. “There are many eager candidates <b>who </b><b>wish </b>to join our club, <b>but </b>not everyone will make the cut. Silver Quill is meant for the best <b>and </b>brightest <b>minds </b>among the Elite.”
“It’s a prestigious opportunity,” she added, her voice filled with pride. “Wepete with numerous schools across the globe. rivaling some of the most esteemed institutions. I hope youprehend the significance of this.”
I surveyed the <b>room </b>and noticed <b>that </b>most of my peers had a fiery determination ignited in their eyes. They weren’t nervous -they were <b>ready </b>for the challenge ahead. In fact, they even appeared excited.
My gaze drifted to Elias, who wore azy smirk that suggested he believed he belonged to an entirely different leaguepared to the rest of us<b>. </b>
If Tessa’s words held any truth, then perhaps he truly was. She’d told me that Elias Rue was one of the most formidable strategists in the East, with a reputation dating back to his youth, <b>when </b>he had devoured an entire library’s worth of books.
“Aside from our limited number of members, we also maintain certain standards that you must uphold,” Miss Loveson went on, her demeanor still inviting. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing <b>too </b><b>daunting</b>. You simply need to maintain a grade of 88% in all of your <b>sses </b>and achieve <b>an </b><b>average </b>of 90%.”
“I imagine that <b>won’t </b>be <b>too </b>challenging for an Elite student, will it?” she chuckled lightly.
“Now, let’s dive right in. This will be a swift process <b>since </b>we have another batch waiting. I’m going to present you with a scenario, and you all will convey how you would respond if ced in that situation.
“Given that we are werewolves, the focus will be on our survival <b>and </b>harmony. Always remember to act as a leader,” she concluded, the room falling into an attentive silence as <b>the </b><b>weight </b>of her words settled in.
“Alright,” she
said, her smile returning, “Here’s the scenario: You and your pack are under attack. Twenty members of your <b>group </b>are cornered. Your mate <b>is </b><b>valiantly </b>holding back the enemy, allowing <b>those </b>twenty members a chance to flee. You need to buy time; your mate is the <b>only </b><b>one </b><b>who </b><b>can </b><b>stall </b>the attackers
Then, with a serious expression, she added, “What will you do? Choose your swer carefully.”
Immediately, one student raised his <b>hand</b>, <b>earning </b>disappointed nces <b>from </b><b>those </b>around him who were eager to answer
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“I’ll let her stall them,” he dered without hesitation<b>. </b>“Your <b>mate </bes <b>only </b>once in a lifetime. But your pack–they are <b>your </b>responsibility. You owe it to them to ensure their safety.”
A few <b>heads </b>nodded in agreement. <b>Miss </b><b>Loveson </b>offered <b>no </b>reaction, maintaining her neutrality.
Then, <b>another </b>werewolf stood up. I couldn’t help <b>but </b><b>frown </b><b>as </b>I <b>recognized </b>who it was. <b>Sienna </b><b>was </b>here <b>again</b>. Well, the two of us were best friends for a reason, each drawn to simr interests, <b>and </b>she also <b>ranked </b>among the top students during our
chool <b>years </b>she stole a <b>nce </b>my <b>way</b>, clearly wanting to <b>impress </b>me.
“Tid <b>save </b>my <b>mate</b>,” <b>she </b>said <b>supply</b>, a proud smile stered <b>across </b>her <b>face</b>. “Twenty <b>pack </b><b>members </b>for a leader isn’t a bad Diade. In this case, it’s not about the <b>quantity </b>of lives <b>but </b>the <b>quality </b>of the people we choose to <b>protect </b>
I frowned, sensing the <b>implications </b>of her statement. It carried a distinctly ssist undertone, <b>suggesting </b>that the life of an Alpha held more value than that of twenty others.
Vet, a few individuals nodded, seemingly in agreement with her perspective.
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As the conversation unfolded, most followed suit, delivering variations of sacrifice and stoicism, as if spouting lines from a tragic tale where heartbreak was the noble price of power. Words like responsibility, necessity, and duty were tossed around with rming ease.
Then, Elias clicked his tongue sharply
The sound sliced through the murmur of conversation, prompting everyone to turn their focus toward him. I, too, found myself intrigued by what he would say.
“Everyone here is still thinking emotionally,” he said. “Let’s break this down properly.
“You’re outnumbered. You don’t <b>have </b>the advantage. Your mate can stall, yes, but not indefinitely. The priority is to protect the twenty; <b>that’s </b>your responsibility. And that means getting them out–fast and far. Where are they escaping to? Is there terrain you <b>can </b><b>use</b>? Trees to mask <b>their </b>scent? A river to break pursuit?”
He took a slow, deliberate breath, collecting his thoughts.
“A leader is not someone who gets to have everything. A leader has to choose–and endure the consequences of those choices. The <b>enemy </b><b>is </bing now. You can’t gamble with twenty lives to save one, <b>even </b>if that one means the world to you. <b>The </b>cost is simply too <b>high</b>.”
Then came the final blow. His voice dropped, turning colder.
“If you’re a real leader, you <b>don’t </b>have weaknesses.”
Silence enveloped the room.
For just a moment, I wanted to agree. Not because I truly believed him, but because he made it sound so… inarguable.
But my hand rose before I consciously decided to do so.
My heart thudded once, loudly. People turned to look: I sensed their attention weighing upon me. I didn’t speak right away. Miss Loveson arched a challenging brow.
I swallowed hard, gathering my <b>thoughts</b>.
“I <b>disagree </b>with that.”
Quiet gasps rippled across the room. I could feel their <b>shock</b>. Who would dare challenge someone as astute as Elias?
Yet, despite the apprehension, I felt it wasn’t the best choice to remain silent
“I <b>understand </b>the logic,” I began, <b>choosing </b>my words with care. <b>“</b><b>I </b><b>understand </b>the numbers. I recognize <b>that </b>in a battle, you measure risk <b>and </b><b>you </b>prioritize the many.”
I stood now, making an effort to <b>maintain </b>my confidence in the face of <b>overwhelming </b>scrutiny.
“But I think this question isn’t as <b>ck</b><b>–</b>and–white as we are trying to make it. First<b>–</b><b>what </b>are we fighting<b>? </b>Are we certain that single <b>person </b>is the only <b>one </b>capable of holding <b>them </b>off? If one person can stall thein, then <b>why </b>not twenty, including met What exactly are we running from that we have already decided we <b>cannot </b>face?”
I let the <b>question </b><b>hang </b><b>in </b>the air.
“If we keep running <b>and </b>leave someone behind<b>, </b>aren’t we just dying the next attack? The threat is still alive. It’s still out <b>there</b>. It knows who we <b>are</b><b>. </b><b>And </b>next <b>time</b>, maybe it <b>won’t </b>even <b>give </b>us the <b>chance </b>to run at <b>all</b><b>.</b>”
I turned to Elias, measuring my approach carefully.
“And <b>one </b>more thing. <b>You </b>said a leader shouldn’t <b>have </b>weaknesses. I <b>must </b>disagree once more.”
Now I could feel the heat crawling up my chest, but I <b>didn’t </b>let it <b>drive </b><b>me </b><b>into </b>a frenzy. I wanted to be heard clearly.
<b>mate </b>isn’t a weakness. The people we care about aren’t liabilities; they are the very reason we fight harder. A leader who<b>, </b>
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sacrifices everything to be seen as untouchable… <b>may </b>win, sure. But, you won’t lead a pack <b>that </b>way. You’ll lead <b>shadows</b>.”
I straightened my shoulders, grounding myself in conviction. “I believe that a good leader doesn’t grow strong by excising their heart; <b>they </b>be truly strong because of it.”
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