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    “Enough bickering. We have our own designated hunting grounds. Follow me.”


    With that, Hayley led us to our own corner of the forest.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Our hunting ground was a dense expanse of forest where towering trees with sprawling branches and lush foliage seemed to stitch the sky into a patchwork of green.


    Hayley took her position at the forefront of our group,ying down the rules of engagement and outlining what was permitted and what was not. She distributed a whistle to each of us, holding hers up with a serious expression.


    “Remember,” she said, “each of you has a whistle. In case of an emergency, blow it immediately. The soldiers stationed outside wille to your aid as swiftly as possible.”


    With that, Hayley gave a little wiggle of her hips and slowly sauntered away.


    Once she had departed, the women began to scatter, forming pairs and small groups based on their familiarity with each other. They ventured into the forest, their nces at me filled with a mix of apprehension and disdain. Some even snorted derisively, clearly treating me as an unwee presence.


    I remainedposed, brushing off their scorn. I had grown ustomed to it over time.


    “Makenna, let’s head in,” Alice said, grabbing my hand and leading me in the same direction. Together, we plunged into the enigmatic depths of the forest.


    Everything here was fresh and intriguing to us, and Alice was bubbling with excitement. We could feel a primal thrill coursing through our veins—an instinctive aggression that came from our werewolf heritage. We navigated the forest with care when suddenly a majestic elk appeared before us.


    The elk’s wary gaze met ours for a fleeting moment before it bolted away.


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    Alice and I exchanged a determined nce. In an instant, we shifted into our wolf forms and sprinted after the elk.


    However, the elk proved to be remarkably swift and elusive. Despite our best efforts, we struggled to keep up with it. Ourck of experience made it all the more challenging.


    We decided to split up in pursuit, but the tangled forest soon separated us. I lost sight of the elk and Alice as well.


    “Alice! Alice!” I called out, my voice echoing through the forest, my unease growing with each step.


    The forest seemed increasingly ominous, and I hoped Alice was safe.


    Just then, I heard faint footsteps behind me. Relief washed over me as I thought it might be Alice.


    “Alice, I didn’t—”


    I turned, ready to express my frustration over our failed hunt, but instead, I found Frank.


    A frown creased my forehead as I eyed him warily. “What are you doing here?”


    “I heard you were hunting in this area, so I came to check on you. It’s not safe out here, and I was worried for your well-being,” Frank replied, his voiceced with a peculiar gentleness.


    Was he genuinely concerned for my safety?


    A warning light flickered in my mind. I nced around; the thick canopy of trees had dimmed the light, and we were far from the others. If something were to go wrong, even if I blew the whistle, the soldiers might not arrive in time.


    I took a cautious step back, keeping my distance from Frank. “You’re a Gamma. Why are you here looking out for me instead of guarding the king? What’s your angle?”


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