Dylan POV.
"Seriously... that's another bullseye!" | was currently in alpha Gilliards pack training hall, with none other than
Ryan Clarke, who once again looked atas if | had three heads growing out of my neck as | threw yet another
knife at a target. "How did you get so good at that? | mean, your hair is one thing, but I'll be damned if your
actually a better shot than me."
"First of all, these are knives, honestly Clarke, have you ever even thrown a knife?" | raised my eyebrows at him
cockily and waited for him to reply, he stuttered slightly knowing | was right, but still argued.
"No, but im good with a gun. I've even saved your sorry ass before now." Had he forgotten | had saved him too.
He nudgedplayfully before winking atin success.
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"Oh please... you have literally shot one person in your entire life, granted it was a good shot, but still... it's
natural that | am better than you." | laughed as | walked over to the far target and gathered the knives | had
been throwing.
| had gotten the blades from the weapon room that Gilliard gavethe key for. Letbe the first to tell you
that it was amazing, the sheer amount of weapons at our disposal was excessive and extremely useful. The
person in charge of it stated that it shouldn't be an issue forto have a silver dagger made, which would
really cin handy on top of the guns I'll be wielding.
"And how many people have you shot? | strongly doubt it's much more than me." | sighed, already knowing the
answer without even thinking about it.
"Four!" | walked back over to my almost brother and sighed, holding one of the knives by the bladed end and
throwing it with a spin, it instantly once again hit the center of the target. "I've shot four people altogether." |
shot My dad and killed him, | shot the king in his arm, took out the kings guard with a bullet to the eye, and |
ended the misery of the man who had been forcibly marked. | was officially a murderer. "| killed three of them,
and | can only aim so well due to the moon goddesses gifts. Before hand it tooka Couple of tries to finally hit
my targets, | was never really terrible at shooting, but | certainly wasn't ‘bullseye every time' good."
"I hadn't realized you had killed so many people, obviously knew about your dad, but the other two? There were
rumors about you killing a guy who had been marked without consent, but they were just rumors, | hadn't even
entertained that they may have been true." In my experience rumors always held a hint of truth, even if not fully
believable.
"Well, it's true. The moon goddess blessed me, and I'm a murderer. But I'll deal with that as it comes." | had
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actually taking place.
"You're the talk of the town thanks to the moon goddess, everyone is saying the sthing, that the moon
goddess favors you for a reason, and she wants you on the throne." | mean, the lycans clearly knew their
goddess well, because that's exactly what her intentions are. She said it topersonally.
This battle that would ultimately decide the fate of the entire world would have to begin sooner rather than later.
Nobody wanted it to take it lace in the upcoming winter months, | imagine that the circumstances would be far
from ideal anyway, without adding snow, ice and arctic winds in the mix.
"What gave it away? The white hair, or my insanely accurate combat abilities?" | chuckled but felt nothing but
dread sink into my bones. Still j hid my true feelings and smirked at my friend. "Anyway, now that I've proven my
skills to you..." | held up a juicy red apple and wickedly grinned at the man in front of me. Put this on your head, |
want to see if | can hit it." | watched my partner in crimes eyes widen, and a sharp flinch took over his body. «
"What? Don't you trust me?"