Rogue Luna
He stared at me as I tore across the field like lightning, effortlessly bringing down rabbit after rabbit with clean, precise strikes to the neck.
His eyes were wide, disbelieving—as if he was seeing me for the first time.
Before he could process what was happening, the whistle blew.
The game was over.
There was no suspense in the result—I had won, decisively.
I caught twice as many rabbits as Amanda.
All the spectators fell silent.
The world seemed frozen—no one had expected such an ending.
Under their stunned gazes, I staggered toward the rest zone, every breath a struggle. My wolf, battered and spent, could barely stay on her feet.
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