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GRAY
I’ve been avoiding Fallon again. It seems like she’s avoiding me, too, and I wish it didn’t bother me so much. I feel like I finally have my wolf back in check and I’m throwing myself into training to keep me preoccupied. Although, I can’t help but notice that Fallon’s been doing great this week. She’s definitely going to be ranking up and I’m proud of her for being a good little soldier. I know it isn’t easy for her to take direction.
Halfway through the week, it’s time for war games, which is so damn exciting. Weekly war games are the highlight of training camp for me. We split the trainees up into two teams and basically go out to the woods and rumble. It’s like a super intense version of capture the flag, but with a lot more physical contact.
Theo was on patrol last night, so it’s just Brock, Reid, Jax, and me. Brock has been giving me the could shoulder since I dislocated Olly’s, so I’m quick to pair up with
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GRAY I reach the gold team’s bunker just as they’re returning with the black team’s flag, whooping and cheering. Looks like we won- no thanks to me. I don’t explain my absence, just congratulate the team as they all celebrate. Then the black team makes their way over, hanging their heads in defeat. They aren’t too sour about it, though- everyone had a lot of fun. It was definitely a successful first war games. Brock comes up beside me, folding his arms and glaring. “Where’s Fallon?” he asks, his voice low so that only I can hear. I turn to him, arching a brow. “Why would I know where she is?” I ask, feigning ignorance. Brock scowls. “Don’t play dumb with me, Gray. I can smell her all over you.” I feel my face heat with embarrassment; I know I’m caught. I shuffle my feet in the dirt. “Ah, there was a little incident with her taking the flag after she’d lost her patches,” I mumble. “I sent her back to the
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FALLON Gray’s words hit me like a ton of bricks, knocking all of the air out of me. He kicked me out?! My eyes swim with tears as I turn tail and run from the dining hall back to the barracks, overwhelmed by the enormous sense of loss I feel. The loss of my dream to make the squad, the loss of Gray. It’s too much. As soon as I reach the barracks, I can’t hold it back anymore and I burst into tears. I’m half blinded by them as I make my way to my bunk, stooping down to pull my suitcase out from underneath. My whole body hurts- it’s like the gut-wrenching pain of Gray’s words is manifesting physically. It feels like there’s an empty hole in my chest where my hope used to reside. My body is wracked with sobs as I unzip my suitcase, flinging it open. I stomp around to the little open closet at the end of the bunk, pull on a t-shirt and shorts, and start yanking my clothes off of the hangers and throwing th
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