|Aria|
I didn’t know what came over me to make the bet, but I was so sure I would win. I trained with my father while he was alive. Back in my pack, hunting was something almost every household could do, regardless of their wolf’s rank.
“You never know when it might save you,” my parents would tell us anytime we hiked deep into the mountains to hunt and also train in some combat.
My father never raised us weakly, even as an omega; he taught us the strength of an Alpha. That’s one of the reasons why I wasn’t intimidated by Damien’s pack in general.
Also, I had intentionally trapped him with the question by only giving the number of games and not the size. I didn’t have to catch anything huge or big, so I went after the hares, and in no time, I had many of them in my hunting pouch.
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