All Chapters of The Awakening of Slave: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Senna’s POVWe left the cave early in the morning to find a better spot. Since everyone was scared of my silver mark, and we’d made a truce with Korrigan’s pack, we decided to go back to the ridge.It sounded silly, but returning to the ridge felt a little like returning home. It was the only familiar place on the island, and it was strangely comfortable.“Come with me, Kulos,” I said. “I’m going to teach you how to set traps.”“You know how to set traps?” he asked, wide-eyed.“Yup,” I nodded. “I grew up in the mountains. It’s not that hard. If you have a good teacher.” I winked at him. My wounds were slowly healing, and I was able to walk a lot better now.“We should call you Thistle,” Thor smiled as we started to leave. He was speaking to Kulos.“Why?” Kulos asked.“Because you’re sticking to Senna just like a thistle.”We both chuckled. But from that moment on, the name stuck.‘Thistle’ was a good student. Quick to learn and eager too. After about an hour, we had a perimeter of sim

Senna’s POVMy eyes flew open.Someone was invading our space. The sounds of breathing was thick in the air.Bolting to an upright position, I reached for my bow. It was in my hands within seconds.“Wake up,” I hissed to Thor. He was supposed to be on watch, but he must have fallen asleep.He woke up immediately.Three people in front of us froze.I only recognized them from the first day at Kalev’s estate. One was a young girl with braids. One was an older girl, maybe in her twenties. And the third was a young man. His hand was wrapped around the handle of a knife. The blade shone in the moonlight.Scrambling to my feet, I raised my bow.“How did you get in here?” I asked. We had traps laid. How did they invade us without setting off any of the traps?“Very carefully,” the boy replied. His tightened his grip on his knife. My eyes glanced down to the girl. She was holding three of our canisters in her hands. The canisters that had been dropped to me right after I was stabbed.“Put the

Kalev’s POVMy heart clutched as I watched Senna and the young boy talk about his future wolf. There was a sadness behind her eyes as she talked. She assured him that his wolf would be big and strong, and the boy bought it up, hook, line and sinker.Luckily, everyone had been asleep last night when Senna’s camp was raided. If they had been watching, they would have seen the tree branches bend. It was Senna’s wolf again. But if anyone had seen, I would be hard-pressed to explain a second, nature-related case away again.So, I’d done what I had to do. I deleted the footage.I’d never deleted footage before. It was against the rules of my position. I was now officially tampering with the games in a way I’d never done before. If anyone found out, I’d have to answer for it.Which was why no one could find out.I was running out of time though. And I knew it. Endrick was still looking for the key to open the secret vault. We needed to know what actually happened to the flora wolves, what ha

Kalev’s POVViktor poured the drink with the same steady hand he’d always had. I’d just watched Senna accept a truce that she shouldn’t have accepted, in my mind. It wasn’t a fair deal. But it kept her safe for the time being, so there was that.The amber liquid caught the light as it hit the glass. Viktor motioned towards the couch.“Sit,” he said, passing me a drink.I didn’t.He glanced up at me with one brow raised. “You used to be less dramatic.” His tone was light and teasing.“You used to knock before walking into my private den.” Behind me, the cameras had panned to Korrigan and his pack. They had cornered a young wolf who had been mainly alone during the games. Her eyes flashed on the screen, terrified, as she let her wolf out.I hadn’t invited Viktor into my den. He’d just let himself in. Other nobility was gathered in the main viewing room, dressed in their most decadent clothes, sipping on expensive wine. I figured that was where Viktor would be too. I wanted to be alone.

Kalev’s POVI pulled the logs twice. Then a third time. I stared at it in utter disbelief. It was the same result. How could that be?“Run it again,” I snapped at the technician.The technician frowned. “It’s not going to change.”“Run it.” I seethed.He sighed and followed my orders.The screen flickered and the data scrolled.There it was. Plain as day. Feral deployment. Release for the western ridge.My stomach dropped and my jaw tightened.“That’s not a glitch,” I said out loud.“No,” the technician agreed. “It’s a redirect.”“I can see that.”The ferals were to be deployed in the eastern forest. Not the western ridge. That’s what I’d instructed.“I didn’t give this order,” I said.The technician leaned back in his chair. “The signature’s scrubbed.”Of course it was. I stepped closer to the screen and zoomed in.And there it was, just a fragment. The faint trace of where something hadn’t been fully erased.Someone else had given this order. Someone had hacked into the system. I n