Aber breakfast with Adrian, we gathered in a small conference room the hotel had provided for mar term
1 sat with myptop open, a frown riched on my face as I reviewed the materials Gament had sent mer. The others were gathered arthed due deck, asially focused on the opening trial.
Something was adding up. I dialed carretts number, drumming my fingers impatiently as I waited.
1, see you sure the information you collected is correct?” I asked when he answered, my brose formed with concem.
Carrell, i
“I triple–checked everything, skye, G
* Garrett replied, “The server data,
chived footage, the participant reports–ins all there. There’s nothing missing or
“But this doesn’t <b>make </b>sense, I pressed. “The first two trials had detailed records and information. This is part… nothing.”
I ended the
se call with a frustrated sigh and turned to the others.
“Something’s off. The information about the third Will Trial inpletely different from what Garrett collected for the first no trials. There’s almost nothing useful here.”<fn79d5> Discover more novels at FindN()vel</fn79d5>
Adrian motioned for the remote, and I passed it to him He started the video from the previous election’s <b>third </b>trial.
We watched as different teams walked into a small forest on the <b>mountainside</b>. Within minutes, a <b>thick mist </b>nulled them, obscuring everything from view.
“What the hell<b>?</b><b>” </b>Ryder muttered beside me
The camera remained focused on the fog covered area for what seemed like an eternity,
Finally, after nearly an hour, the mist gradually dissipated. Some participants were carried out unconscious. Others stumbled from the forest screaming, the fares contorted in terror
“Is the fog toxic?” Ryder asked Lydia.
She shook her head slowly. I’m not sure.”
I chewed my lip, staring at the disturbing footage<b>. </b>
“I’m going to call my father. He might know something
Adrian nodded. <b>“</b><b>Good </b><b>idea</b>. <b>Your </b>father’s advice helped us get through the second trial”
I dialed my father’s number as everyone watched, hoping he’d have some insight into what we were facing.
“Skye?” His voice came through clearly, is everything alright?
“Hey, Dad. I need to <b>ask </b>you about the third trial in the Alpha King Election. Do you know anything about it?”
There was a pause before he replied. The sorry, Skye. In thest election, our team didn’t make it past the second trial<b>, </b><b>so </b>my knowledge of the third is limited<b>.</b>”
My heart sank
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some participants ended up in psychiatric facilities afterward. There were rumors that they lost their minds.”
“What I do know,” he continued,
that son
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Chapter <b>144 </b>
The Will Trial is anne <b>kind </b>of mental attack from what I underirend. It won’t harm you physically, but if the difference between that
a walking corpset Don’t let your peard down, not for a trend..
“I be careful,” I promiend, trying to round more confident then I felt well make
Aureling the call, I looked at Adn who nced at hit
“We should take a break, he suggested. ‘Clear mir bradi before diving back in:
I nodded, feeling a headache forming at my temples. “I’m going to grab a s from the vending machine dosamtain.”
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The hallway was mercifully quiet as i made my way down the wooden staircase of the cory hotel.
Near the vending machines, a hotel employee in a crisp uniform approached me.
“Miss Skye?” she asked politely.
Liensed automatically
“Alpha Rodrigo of the Ironwater Pack requests an <b>audience </b>with your team.”
I blinked in confusion. “<b>Alpha </b>Rodrigo?”
“Yes, Miss <b>Skye</b>, she confirmed with a respectful <b>nod</b>. ‘He’s waiting in the lobby.”
Apha Rodrigo. The name was familiar from the first trial.
He’d been the first to get our of theke, finishing well ahead of everyone else.
Like Leon, he had amassed <b>quite </b>a following on werewolf social media,plete with fan clubs <b>and </b>merchandise,
But our paths had never crossed. Oasisbon Pack had no connections or dealings with the Ironwater Pack
Why would he seek <b>us </b>out now
Curiosity overrode my caution as I followed the employee to the lobby.
Alpha Rodrigo stood near the entrance, his imposing figure impossible to miss. He had bronze skin that gleamed under the hotel lights, with <b>thick </b><b>dark </b>hair styled impably. His muscr build strained against his <b>tailored </b>suit, <b>and </b>when he turned toward me, I caught <b>a </b>glimpse of intelligent <b>dark </b>eyes assessing<ol><li><b>me</b><b>. </b></li></ol>
“Alpha Rodrigo.” I greeted him formally, maintaining a respectful distance. I’m Skye, Beta to Alpha Adrian of the Oasisbon Pack. How may I assist <b>you</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
His full lips curved into a polite smile, but there was something guarded in his expression.
“I appreciate your prompt response, Beta Skye, he applied, his voice carrying a slight ent I couldn’t <b>quite </b>ce. However, I’m not here to speak with Alpha Adrian.”
I <b>naised </b>an eyebrow. “Uh?”
“I’m here for Lydira,” <b>he </b>said, his tone shifting subtly. “Or I <b>should </b>say Lydia, as she’s known now.”