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With the crowd watching, Rhys casually tossed the rope aside. He strode forward with confidence and slipped his arm around Harleeâs waist, locking eyes with the alpha wolf. His voice was slow and deliberate as he spoke.
âIâll spare your life. But in return, you will bring us food every day. A mix of meat and vegetables. And donât ever think about giving us the same thing the golden eagle gets.â
Harlee had mentioned bits and pieces about this place to Rhys, and he was no stranger to the golden eagleâs reputation.
At his words, the alpha wolfâs eyes widened, a flicker of fear darting across its face. The golden eagle? Could this human be the master of the golden eagle? The thought rippled through the alpha wolfâs mind, and it all suddenly made sense.
Without another momentâs hesitation, the alpha wolf lowered its gaze, adopting an expression of submission. Sensing the change, the other wolves instinctively stepped back.
âYou can go now,â Rhys commanded. His arm tightened around Harleeâs waist as he turned, guiding her toward the dilapidated yard.
Whether it understood or not, the alpha wolf raised its head to the moonlit sky and howled. With one last arrogant posture, it turned and disappeared into the darkness.
One by one, the remaining wolves followed suit, their forms melting into the vast desert. In moments, the eerie silence returned, as if the pack had never existed at all.
At the entrance to the small yard, the recruits stood frozen, their eyes fixed in the direction the wolves had disappeared. What kind of fantasy spectacle had they just witnessed? Could wolves really possess such intelligence? But no, the real question should be whether these were merely wolves. Why had the alpha wolf tried to kill them earlier, only to suddenly turn affectionate, acting all cute with Harlee? The differential treatment was baffling. Didnât they deserve some respect too?
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The recruitsâ minds swarmed with questions, each more baffling than the last. How had Harlee and the wolves formed such a seamless bond? And was there really some kind of human-wolf negotiation at play here?
The most bizarre part, however, was when Harleeâs husband asked the wolves to bring them food. Wasnât that a bit too far-fetched? Sure, wolves were clever, but surely not to this extent, right? And why had he asked for the food to be different?
From what the golden eagle delivered? Did the wolves and the eagle share some kind of friendship? Harlee and Rhys strode over side by side, their footsteps purposeful. She glanced at the stunned recruits, eyes dark with impatience.
âHandle and preserve the wolf carcasses. This will be your food for the next few days.â
âUnderstood!â The recruits snapped to attention in unison, quickly getting to work.
Harleeâs eyes drifted over to Lionel, Rita, and Mooney. Her voice was colder than before as she said, âYou have ten minutes to deal with the wolves and tend to your injuries. Meet me here when the timeâs up.â
Harlee and Rhys walked casually into the yard, their boots crunching against the blood-stained ground.
The others instinctively stepped aside, holding their breath until the two figures disappeared into the tent, finally allowing themselves to exhale.
Rita glanced over the pile of twenty or thirty wolf carcasses, then at Lionelâs grim expression, and let out a quiet sigh.
âRosie and I will take care of the bandaging. Those who are uninjured or have already tended to their wounds should hurry up and deal with the carcasses.â
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