Chapter Thirty Eight

ANNA

With Michael now gone, I'm leading our little group through the dense trees.  

The pickings are thin as our teams shrink.  There's about fifteen yellows left and twelve greens.  All three Alphas are also still in play.  

We jump on a small path and follow its winding trail around a group of trees.  

I hear a twig snap and motion to Franco and the couple others with us to take cover and be silent.  I peek over the bush.  I see a body moving, but there's no color to it.  It's an Alpha.  I can't see which one.

I reach into my ammo pack and pull out the red ball.

"Shit.  You got a ball?"  One of the guys whispers.

I shush him and tell them all to stay put.  I sneak around to see who it is.  Then it hits me.  The familiar woody scent that makes my body melt.  I smirk to myself as I load the ball marked with a B into my gun.  

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