chapter 3: Blood on the sand
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Chapter 3 – Blood on the Sand
The wolf lunged.
Rayana barely had time to react before razor-sharp fangs snapped inches from her throat.
She twisted, heart pounding, dropping low as the beast’s massive paws tore through the air where she had just been standing. Sand sprayed in every direction as she rolled, instincts screaming, muscles burning.
Around her, chaos erupted.
Recruits scrambled. Some fought. Some screamed. Blood splattered the sand as the first ones fell—weaklings who didn’t react fast enough.
But Rayana wasn’t weak.
She couldn’t be.
Not if she wanted to survive.
The wolf snarled and turned on her again, amber eyes burning with hunger. Its muscles bunched, ready to pounce—
She moved first.
Her stolen boots dug into the dirt as she sprang forward, faster than any human should have been.
Too fast.
Her heartbeat slammed in her chest. Had anyone noticed?
The wolf growled, caught off guard. Good.
Rayana used the moment of hesitation, ducking under its massive form, twisting as she unsheathed her dagger.
A flash of silver.
A spray of dark blood.
The wolf collapsed.
Her breath came fast and ragged as she stumbled back, hands slick with warmth. It was dead.
She had killed it.
She didn’t have time to process it. Because another was already coming.
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A Fight for Survival
The training grounds became a battlefield.
The air was thick with snarls, roars, and the scent of blood. Wolves tore through recruits, and those too slow—**too weak—**were ripped apart without mercy.
Rayana dodged another set of snapping jaws, twisting at the last second. Her dagger buried deep in the beast’s side.
Another kill.
Her muscles burned. Her arms ached. But she couldn’t stop.
Wouldn’t stop.
A nearby recruit screamed as a wolf tackled him to the ground. He struggled, eyes wide in terror—
Then his throat was gone.
Rayana didn’t flinch. She couldn’t afford to.
She ducked as a third wolf lunged at her, but she was slowing down. She could feel it—the exhaustion creeping in, the blood loss catching up.
She had been running for hours before this. Bleeding. Hungry. Desperate.
And now, she was running out of time.
The wolf snarled, sensing weakness.
She clenched her jaw.
No.
She refused to die here.
The wolf pounced.
And then—
A blur of movement.
A flash of power.
And suddenly, it was gone.
Rayana gasped, stumbling back as a massive figure stepped between her and the beast.
Not just a recruit.
Not just anyone.
Him.
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The Alpha’s Son
He stood over the slain wolf, his obsidian-black boots soaked in its blood.
Tall, broad-shouldered, a warrior carved from stone.
His uniform was the same as the others, but somehow, it looked different on him.
Commanding. Unshakable.
Dangerous.
The recruits whispered his name.
She didn’t hear it—**too focused on the way he moved, the way he carried himself.**Like a ruler among peasants.
And then—he turned.
Piercing silver eyes met hers.
And for a moment, everything else faded.
Rayana’s pulse stuttered.
His gaze was unreadable—calculating, sharp, cold. But something flickered in it, just for a second.
Recognition?
No. Impossible.
He didn’t know her. Couldn’t know her.
Because if he did—
She was already dead.
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The Test Ends
A horn sounded.
The remaining wolves retreated.
A dozen recruits were dead.
And those who survived… were now covered in blood.
The Head Instructor stepped forward, surveying the battlefield. Judging them.
Then he spoke.
“If you’re still standing, congratulations.” His voice was like gravel. “You’ve passed the first test.”
Rayana barely heard him.
Because the Alpha’s son was still watching her.
And this time, he didn’t look away.
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