?Chapter 201:


    Makenna’s POV:


    I left the vi with brisk steps, eager to distance myself from Bryan’s venomous gaze. Today’s assessment was set in the royal hunting grounds, and it was all about hunting.


    Hunting, though no longer necessary for survival, remained a core tradition of the werewolves. For them, it symbolized strength and prowess. The more prey you captured, the more powerful you were perceived to be.


    Alice was already there, and upon spotting me, she hurried over with an expression of concern.


    “Makenna!” She ced her hands on my shoulders, her voiceced with urgency. “Are you alright? Did that man hurt you? Did he strike you?”


    “I’m fine,” I assured her, gently patting her hand. My smile was calm, masking the turmoil of the previous night. “Don’t worry, you can trust me.”


    Alice sighed softly, though her worry didn’tpletely fade. “I have a feeling Kristina won’t let this slide. You’ve escaped this time, but what about next? If ites down to it, let’s quit the assessment and leave this awful ce together.”


    Touched by her concern, I grasped her hand. “Don’t fret. Things will settle soon.”


    “I believe in you,” Alice said, returning my grip. “Can you tell me, how did you manage to escapest night?”


    I quickly recounted the events of the previous night, and Alice’s eyes widened with anger.


    “That fool dared to treat you like that!” she eximed, clenching her fists in fury and stamping her foot. “Kristina is truly malicious!”


    I smiled indifferently. “It’s alright. Nothing serious happened, and that man got arrested. Kristina’s scheme failed, and she’s probably fuming somewhere.”


    “That’s true,” Alice admitted, her anger simmering slightly. “But her actions were vile. If someone like her bes the Lycan queen, what does that mean for the future of the werewolves?”


    Before I could respond, a servant arrived with a summons.


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    “The hunt is about to begin! Please prepare yourselves!”


    The previously lively scene fell silent as the women gathered, listening intently to the rules being exined.


    “The hunting grounds are a dense jungle, vast and expansive, with each of you assigned a specific area. This time, the challenge is to rank based on—”


    The number of prey you hunt. The more prey you catch within the given time, the higher your chance of winning.


    The announcement cast a serious tone over the women, and my expression mirrored their gravity.


    Though we had been trained in hunting skills, none of us had applied them in a real setting. What if danger lurked?


    Noticing our apprehension, the servant rified, “The prey this time includes smaller, less dangerous animals like rabbits and deer. There will be no fierce predators, so your safety is ensured. You can rx.”


    A collective sigh of relief swept through the group, and determined looks reced the earlier tension.


    Alice rxed slightly, muttering, “At least they have some decency. I wouldn’t want to get hurt over this dreadful assessment.”


    I nodded in agreement but cautioned her, “Remember, stay vignt. Safety is paramount.”


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