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THE FOREST TRIAL
•••**Mira's POV**•••
The list went up at seven a.m.
Teams of four, assigned by rank. Everyone paired with their bloodline match, their combat level, and their pack alliance.
It was neat, logical, hierarchical — the way everything at Apex Moon was organized.
At the bottom of the list, alone in its own line:
'Vale, M. — Solo.'
I stared at it for a moment.
Then I pulled out my map and walked away before anyone could see my face.
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Petra caught me in the corridor on the way to the gear room.
"You can appeal it," she said, falling into step beside me. "Aldric can't send a student in alone, there are rules...."
"He can if no team claims her." I kept walking. "Nobody claimed me."
"Mira...."
"It's fine."
It wasn't fine.
But saying so wouldn't change the list, and I had approximately forty minutes before the trial started, and I needed to spend those forty minutes thinking about the forest rather than about the particular cruelness of being publicly unclaimed.
The Apex Moon survival trial was simple on paper.
Enter the forest at dusk.
Find your flag. Return before midnight.
Graded on time and condition.
What wasn't on paper: the forest bordered rogue territory on the eastern edge. Every student knew it.
Every student also knew that the academy had never officially acknowledged the three incidents over the past two years where students came back wrong — too quiet, too pale, wearing faces that took weeks to shake.
Fine. I had survived worse than a dark forest.
Probably.
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The tree line swallowed the last of the light faster than I expected.
Twenty minutes in and the sky through the branches had gone from grey to the particular deep blue that sits right before black.
My torch was regulation-issue, which meant weak.
The map was handwritten, which meant approximate.
And the forest had gone very, very quiet in a way that felt less like peace and more like held breath.
I moved carefully. Listening.
The flag for solo students was planted deeper than the team flags — another cruelty dressed as policy — which meant I had further to go and less time to get there.
I tracked by the small markers Petra had quietly circled on my map before I left. Old stone posts, mostly overgrown.
I found the second one. Then the third.
I was looking for the fourth when I heard it.
Footsteps.
Not rogue-wolf footsteps — not the particular weight-shift of something hunting. These were intentional. Unhurried.
Like whatever was coming wasn't afraid of being heard.
I stopped.
The footsteps stopped.
The forest held its breath. Then Kael stepped out of the dark between the trees.
My stomach dropped.
He wasn't in training gear. Dark jacket, collar up against the cold, hands in his pockets. Looking at me the way he always looked at me..... like I was a problem he was deciding whether to bother solving.
"Wrong direction," he said. "Flag is east."
"I know where it is."
"Then why are you going north?"
I didn't answer. Mostly because he was right, and I wasn't going to give him that.
Movement to my left.
Ronan appeared from the trees like he had grown out of them.
He stood about ten feet off, arms crossed, with that weirdly calm look he always had.
His eyes moved over me once — checking, assessing — and then he looked away like whatever he found wasn't worth further attention.
A sound to my right. Soft. Almost nothing.
Lucien was already leaning against a tree with his hands in his pockets, watching me with quiet, patient interest. Like he had been there the whole time and I had just finally noticed.
Three directions. One exit, behind me.
I turned very slowly, cataloguing.
"This isn't a coincidence," I said.
"No," Kael agreed.
"So what is it?"
He moved forward slowly and deliberately, like he'd planned it.
"A lesson," he said. "The one you apparently didn't learn from the courtyard."
Ronan cracked his knuckles.
Lucien just smiled, which was somehow louder than both of them.
They started moving. Slowly. Not rushing....they didn't need to rush. Three Alphas, one exit, dark forest. The math was embarrassingly simple and we all knew it.
I took a step back.
Then another.
My wolf fussed in my chest....not fear, something different. Something almost restless. She had been like this since yesterday, since the arena, pressing against my ribs like she was trying to get out of a room she had been locked in for years.
'Not now,' I told her.
She didn't listen.
Kael was close, and I could see his face. He looked determined, not angry, just sure of himself. It was like I was just something in the way that he needed to get rid of.
"You should have left when we told you to," he said.
"I'm not leaving."
He looked a bit surprised, like he wasn't expecting that answer and didn't know how to react.
Ronan made a sound low in his throat.
Lucien pushed off the tree.
And then the wind shifted.
It came from behind me....cold, carrying the deep-pine smell of the forest.....and it moved through the space between us, and I watched it happen in real time without understanding what I was seeing.
All three of them stopped. Like the power went out.
Kael's expression did something I had never seen it do. Like something broke in his eyes for a second. Then he looked tougher and more confused than I had ever seen him.
Ronan's hands dropped to his sides.
He wasn't looking away anymore.
Lucien froze, his head leaned a little.
He looked like he was figuring something out, but it wasn't his normal quiet thinking. This felt more intense, like he couldn't help it.
The quiet lasted.
My wolf pressed against my ribs so hard it almost hurt.
The three of them looked at each other.
Kael looked at me again. I thought I had see his usual cold, uncaring look, but it was gone.
What I saw instead really scared me.
"What....." Ronan started. Stopped.
Lucien's voice came out careful. Quiet. Like he was handling something he didn't want to drop.
"That's her."
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