I understood that traveling in such a large group could be observed as a sign of aggression, especially if we got too close to another werewolf pack’s borders. Most border patrols would flag this suspicious activity, even if we didn’t actually physically cross those borders and into their land.
However, the way Zeke phrased it made it sound way more complicated than that.
Zeke sighed. True enough, he said, "It’s complicated." He pursed his lips and turned away. "You may wish to check with Lucien when he cos back. I don’t think I am the most suitable person to explain this to you."
No matter how much I prodded at him after, Zeke was unwilling to tell more about the Bloodmoon Pack.
The more unwilling he was, the more suspicious I got. After all, what I had gathered was that Lucien led the Bloodmoon Pack to attack the Shadowclaw Pack.
I wasn’t sure if they looted anything, but they certainly didn’t wipe out the pack, judging by the way Lucien, Ralph, and Zeke had phrased their words. That ant that they weren’t trying to take over Shadowclaw.
Perhaps I was too full of myself, but a part of wondered if Lucien attacked Shadowclaw just to find . He already knew that I was there, considering how he had snuck into my bedroom that night, leaving his necklace behind.
However, there was just sothing I couldn’t shake from my mind. I could still rember the attack as though it just happened seconds ago. Lucien had no qualms about killing the wolves on his side once they posed a threat to my safety. He had snapped that other wolf’s neck without hesitation.
As the Alpha, that seed needlessly ruthless, especially when he could’ve just commanded the wolf to stand down.
"But I just wanted to ask―"
"No," Zeke said, his voice firm with no room for argunt. I pouted, which Zeke rely deadpanned at. "Your puppy eyes won’t work on . Wait for Lucien. This is his ss to clean up."
In the end, a warrior entered the tent and called him away. He had no choice but to leave alone.
"Stay put," Zeke said. "Don’t wander out too far, even if you’re stretching your legs. You might accidentally enter another pack’s territory."
"I am not planning on causing trouble for Lucien," I affird.
Once he had my assurance, he turned and left, leaving alone in the tent.
Unfortunately, that was also hours ago. Through the thin fabric of the tent, I could see the daylight outside turning into a rose gold shade. I peeped out, and sure enough, the sun was already setting.
My stomach growled in hunger. Other than a few snacks that I managed to find in the tent, there wasn’t much food available that I could eat to replenish my strength. Zeke hadn’t returned just yet― he most likely thought that he would be able to co back soon, and didn’t leave any food as a result.
I tried my best to ignore it, but the churning sensation proved to be all too distracting. Biting my lip, I decided to leave the tent in search of sothing to eat.
The tent that I was in was in the furthest corner of the camp. Once I stepped out, however, I could more or less see the outline of the campsite. The row of tents stretched further than I could see while standing on ground level. However, every tent was strategically positioned to form a clear marker of where the boundary was. So long as I kept to this boundary, I would be within safe grounds.
The evening breeze carried the aroma of freshly roasted at through the air and towards . I sniffed, my eyes widening at the scent. On an empty stomach, slling such a delicious scent was torturous.
But where there was a sll, there was food. I quickly followed it, and sure enough, I soon spotted a trail of smoke that led to a firepit.
Two won stood by the fire, slowly turning the spit over the flas. The animal carcass was slowly cooked until its skin was crispy and golden brown, and the aroma that wafted from it sent my stomach into a rumbling fit.
I swallowed, raising my hand to my mouth to make sure my saliva didn’t leak past the corner of my lips. Quickly, I made my way forward.
"Excuse ," I said, calling out to the two won.
They turned when they heard my voice, but the scrunch of their eyebrows told quickly that they weren’t pleased about being disturbed.
"Is it all right for to get a small portion of that at? I―"
"Who let this freak out?" one of the won said with a sneer.
I blinked, slightly taken aback. "Excuse ?"
Her friend laughed. "This prisoner of war that Lucien found is surely interesting. Did she really just ask us for food?"
"I think the question is, Georgia," the first woman said with a chuckle of cruel amusent, "why isn’t she chained sowhere?"
"Beats ," the second woman — Georgia — said. They continued to converse as though I wasn’t standing just right there. "But wait till Sienna finds out about this. She will flip shit."
Irritation flared through . For a second, I completely forgot about the ravaging hunger that twisted in my stomach.
"I can hear you, you know?" I said. "And I am not a prisoner of war―"
"What is taking you girls so long?" a third voice said from behind . Instantly, the two girls who manned the rotisserie spit straightened, their eyes lighting up.
"Sienna!" they called out in unison.
"We were almost finished," Georgia said. She then glared at with distaste. "But there’s soone here who thought she would be given a share."
"Who?" Sienna asked.
I turned around to look at the woman speaking, just in ti to co eye to eye with a woman with fire-red hair, and equally bright flas of anger burning behind her eyes.
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