Chapter <b>49 </b>
<b>Adrian’s </b>POV
<b>Two </b>months had passed since <b>Skye </b>officially joined Oasisborn Pack. In that time, I’d watched her transform from a hesitant neer <b>into </b>an integral member of ourmunity.
The children at the orphanage adored her, Venus considered her indispensable, and even Lydia had taken to sharing her rarer herbal concoctions a privilege previously extended to no one.
Today marked the culmination of <b>Skye’s </bbat training assessment, the final hurdle before she could be recognized as a full warrior of the pack<b>. </b><b>I </b>stood <i>at </i>the edge of the training field, arms crossed over my chest, maintaining a carefully neutral expression despite the pride swelling within me as I watched her performance.
<b>As </b>expected, her results were impressive. While her strength evaluation yielded only a marginal pass–understandable given her smaller stature and less developed muscture–she excelled in nearly every other category. Her speed tests had the evaluators exchanging nces of surprise, her grappling techniques demonstrated a fluid adaptability thatpensated brilliantly for herck of raw power, and her marksmanship<b>… </b>
“Holy shit, Ryder breathed beside me as Skye’s <b>final </b>bullet found its target dead center. <b>‘</b>I’ve never seen anyone shoot like that on their first assessment
Coming from our pack’s best marksman<b>, </b>this <b>was </b><b>high </b>praise indeed. I allowed myself <b>a </b><b>small </b>smile, finding it hard to believe that Skye had once identally shot her mate Leon. But in that moment, I felt grateful for her <b>mishap </b>three and a half years ago. Without that fateful <b>error</b>, our paths might never have <b>crossed</b>.
Nadia approached, clipboard in hand, her <b>expression </b>professionally detached despite what I knew must be conflicting emotions. Whatever tension <b>had </b>developed between her and Skye recently, she had maintained absolute fairness in the evaluation <b>process</b><b>. </b>
“The results are clear,” she announced. “Skye <b>passes </b>with distinction in marksmanship, speed, tactical <b>assessment</b>, <b>and </b>defensive techniques<b>. </b>Her strength evaluation meets minimum requirements.” She paused, then added with grudging <b>respect</b><b>, </b><b>“</b>Overall performance <b>ces </b><b>her </b><b>in </b>the upper quartile of our warrior <b>ss</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
The gathered evaluators nodded their approval as Skye epted the news with quiet dignity, her <b>silver </b>hair gleaming in the afternoon sun. The slight flush of exertion on her cheeks only enhanced her natural beauty, bringing an unexpected warmth to my chest. I quickly suppressed <b>it</b>, maintaining <b>my </b><b>role as </b>impartial Alpha.
“Congrattions,” <b>I </b>said formally, stepping forward to address not just Skye but all the warriors who hadpleted their <b>assessments </b>today. <b>“</b><b>You’ve </b><b>earned </b>your ces among Oasisborn’s defenders. Tonight, <b>we </b>celebrate your achievement.”
A cheer went up from the gathered wolves. <b>As </b>the crowd began to <b>disperse</b>, I made my way
<b>to </b>
Skye’s side, lowering my voice so only she could hear.
‘Do
you remember our conversation fromst month?” <b>I </b>asked. “About the canyon?”
Her eyes brightened with recognition. “The stars<b>,</b>” she said simply. “You promised to show me the canyon under the stars if I passed the <b>assessment</b><b>.</b>”
“And you’ve more than passed,” I confirmed. “I’ll make the arrangements. <b>We </b><b>leave </b>tomorrow at dawn.”
<b>As </b>I turned to leave, already mentally cataloging the preparations needed for our <b>trip</b>, Ryder appeared suddenly at <b>Skye’s </b>side, his <b>perpetual </b><b>energy </b>seeming even more pronounced than <b>usual</b>.
“So you’re really taking her to Crescent Canyon?” he asked, falling into step beside me. “<b>I’ve </b>been telling her about that ce for <b>weeks</b>! The <b>acoustics </b><b>are </b>incredible–perfect for music.” He patted the guitar <b>case </b>strapped to his back meaningfully.
I stifled a groan. This was <b>precisely </b>what I’d been trying to avoid when I’d hung up on Skye after she <b>suggested </b>bringing Ryder along on <b>our </b><b>trip</b>. <b>Now </b><b>here </b>he was, already assuming his invitation.
Before I could formte a diplomatic <b>rejection</b>, Nadia joined our <b>small </b>group, her dark <b>eyes </b>narrowed with suspicion. <b>“</b><b>A </b>trip <b>to </b><b>Crescent </b>Canyon<b>? </b>Is this some kind of special reward for Skye’s performance<b>?</b><b>* </b>
<b>“</b>Yes,” I admitted, seeing no point in denying it. I promised to show her the canyon if she passed her assessment.
Nadia’s expression shifted, calctions clearly running behind her <b>eyes</b><b>. </b>“<b>And </b>what about the other <b>sessful </b>candidates? <b>Don’t </b>they <b>deserve </b>equal recognition for their achievements<b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>49 </b>
<b>I </b><b>opened </b><b>my </b>mouth to object, but found myself suddenly surrounded <b>by </b><b>the </b>enger <b>faces </b><b>of </b><b>young </b>warriors <b>who </b><b>had </b>overheard <b>out </b>conversations <b>Trac- </b>excitement was palpable—Oasisborn’s best warriors, who had trained <b>diligently </b><b>for </b>months, now looking at me with hopeful anticipation,
<b>“</b><b>A </b>canyon campout would be amazing<b>, </b>Alpha!” “We’ve never had a group celebration like that before! Can we teally go, <b>Alpha </b><b>Adrian</b>?
Their enthusiasm pressed against me like a physical force. I nced at Skye, trying <b>to </b>gauge her reaction to this unexpected development. <b>To </b><b>my </b><b>surprise</b>, <b>she </b>seemed genuinely delighted by the idea of a group excursion.
It would be wonderful to celebrate together, she said, her silver hair catching the light <b>as </b>she nodded encouragingly. ‘Don’t you think so, Alpha?
There <b>was </b>no graceful way to refuse now. With Nadia’s pointed challenge, the warriors‘ eager faces, and Skye’s apparent approval, I found myself <b>cornered</b><b>. </b>
<b>“</b><b>Yes</b><b>,</b>” I conceded, suppressing a sigh. “We’ll make it a group expedition. All sessful candidates are wee to join.
The cheers that followed did little to soothe my disappointment. What I had envisioned as a quiet opportunity to finally spend time alone with <b>Skye </b><b>had </b>transformed into what would essentially be a pack <b>field </b>trip.
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