340 A Month Ago
Benson Walton’s POV:
The days of the mobile patrol team were not easy.
Suddenly losing my identity as an Alpha, the huge psychological gap made feel unreal. In the mobile patrol team, I was just an insignificant soldier. No one made things difficult for , but no one cared about . The commander’s cold eyes and my comrades’ distant attitude were all flogging my remaining self-esteem. They rcilessly laughed at . ‘Wake up. You’re just an insignificant person now.’
It wasn’t as if I hadn’t been apprehensive when I arrived. Selma could make wish I were dead with just a light hint. But in the end, none of my worries happened. The people here didn’t know my identity at all. This made sigh in relief, but at the sa ti, I felt a strange sense of lancholy.
So, I was nothing to Selma now. She couldn’t even be bothered to cause trouble as if I was just a willow leaf on her skirt that she didn’t need to care about at all, and I’d be gone with the wind.
I was the only one still imrsed in the nightmare of the past, wandering in the long corridor of the past, never to see the light of day.
The mobile patrol team had a lot of work to do. As its na suggested, we had to patrol back and forth between the various packs without stopping and report any suspicious signs to the Lycan pack. The nature of our work was that we didn’t have a fixed place to stay, so most of the people who joined the mobile patrol team were single n, won, and orphans without families.
The relationship between the team mbers was average, not good, but not bad. As a newcor, I didn’t have a single friend I could talk to. The communication device I was given could only connect to the internal channel, which made so lonely for so ti that I almost went crazy.
However, I soon lost my sentintal experience. The wanderers suddenly erupted and imdiately fled into the werewolf’s territory after committing a cri at the border. The King had ordered all the werewolves to participate in the pursuit, including the mobile patrol team. From that day on, our mission beca tense and dangerous.
Once again, we broke into the base of the wanderers. This ti, I was unlucky, and my arm was almost chopped off. The dic told I couldn’t use force before my wound healed, so I was assigned to the logistics departnt as a temporary ‘nanny’ to take care of the rescued orphans.
They were a group of sad children whose lives had a tragic beginning from birth. The remote and backward pack would not have provided the orphanage with good conditions. They grew up to be emaciated teenagers and were captured by stray werewolves to be sacrificed for the demons.
After they were rescued, they were frightened, stressed, and cried non-stop, but these symptoms were not often seen after a few days. What replaced it was silence and dullness, as if the souls of these children had left their bodies, leaving behind only a shell that followed their instincts.
In the face of their miserable situation, I could only sigh and remain silent.
One day, the logistics departnt received an order from the higher-ups asking us to escort the rescued orphans back to the Lycan pack. The orphans didn’t react to the news until the night before we set off. A thin little boy sneaked out and said, “I don’t want to go to the Lycan pack. I want to go back to the Sun Pack.”
“Why?” I asked, “The Lycan pack is great. You’ll be taken good care of there. There will be kind-hearted foster parents who will adopt you.”
The little boy shook his head stubbornly. He wanted to go back to the Sun Pack.
I didn’t have much patience for children, so I held back my temper and persuaded him with a few words before I got impatient. I directly pulled him back to the bed and warned him, “Sleep well, child. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”
I thought this was over, but the next morning, the little boy had disappeared.
I couldn’t help but curse a few tis and swore to spank this brat’s butt when I found him. No one knew how the little boy managed to slip away in the heavily guarded military camp. We searched for an entire morning and still couldn’t find any trace of him.
Ti waited for no one, so the other orphans could only set off first. As a mber of the night watch last night, my superior undoubtedly scolded . I had to be responsible for finding the little boy.
How fast could a little kid be? However, we couldn’t find any trace of him in a radius of more than ten kiloters. I suddenly recalled my conversation with the little boy last night as I was at my wit’s end. ‘This brat wouldn’t want to run back to the Sun Pack alone, would he?’
I imdiately checked the local traffic records when the little boy disappeared. As expected, I found a midnight train passing by the Sun Pack. So, I brought my n to the station where the Sun Pack was located before the train arrived. As expected, I caught the little boy with the luggage.
I couldn’t hold back my temper and scolded him on the spot. The little boy just cried, and the passers-by thought we were human traffickers. We spent a long ti explaining ourselves.
“Why do you have to go to the Sun Pack?” I asked, “Didn’t you co from an orphanage from the Floodwater Pack? ”
The little boy sobbed and mumbled, “I’m here to find my sister. I’m here to find my sister.”
“I got lost. My sister said to wait for wherever I got lost and that she’ll co back for .”
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