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I sprint through the woods, my eyes sliding back once to look at my father before I focus my mind solely on Allen. The fucker who can’t seem to play fair. No matter the situation, he always has something up his sleeve. He has never been a fighter, always forgoing training and giving Kohen different dirty techniques to use to win. Dirt in the eyes, silver spiked gloves or a dagger. How the hell did they come up with these disgusting ideas?

Using weapons of such magnitude has always been banned. Of course, trying to survive, all bets are off the table, but even just having a silver weapon fashioned is against our rules, our moral code. We are animals, yes, but we already have wolves. Why would we need other weapons?

I come up on Matthias who looks over at me, surprise written on his face. I can sense his inner turmoil. Does he help the Mad Alpha or does he try to find Allen before me so he can get his own revenge? What he doesn’t pick up is that I am still here, for the first time in wh