First Quarter

Chapter Seventy: Winner of the Hunt

Seventh day.

When the sun rose, the pack's entrance filled slowly with exhausted people carrying their worn-out bodies and dragging a load of animal carcasses. Some brought a sack worth of animals, while the others sadly only brought one small dead animal. Sadness was etched on their faces whenever they saw someone who brought bigger or more quantity than theirs, knowing fully well that they had lost and didn’t have the chance to win the competition at all.

Trevon, who was standing on a platform not too far away from the entrance, observed them with the other instructors. He looked at them...