I sighed and leaned back against a tree. I took in the landscape around me. I had no idea if they used this training ground often, but by the looks of the grass, I presumed not.
The clearing in the middle had low cut but full grass. There were no bald patches in the grass blanket that usually arise because of surface compacting when people continuously step on a particular spot.
I admired the trees for a while and then looked at the remaining Blood Moon pack members who weren't part of the game, that stood on the field observing everything and everyone.
Well, this is boring.
I saw Bella, who was in my group, on top of a branch picking at her nails.
She's accepted that she has no purpose here, why can't you?
A menacing voice in my head taunted.
After about ten mi
