Elena’s POV
The ss hall buzzed with an electric tension that made my skin crawl as we shuffled through the food line. Everyone was on edge, their conversations dominated by speculation about the morning’s attack alert. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows on worried faces while we picked at our standard-issue als, unable to focus on anything but the unknown threat lurking beyond our walls.
The constant chatter grated on my nerves. Every soldier in the room seed desperate to voice their theories about what was happening outside, but none of us had any real answers. Command kept everything locked down tight, leaving us all fumbling in the dark while our imaginations ran wild with possibilities.
Captain Gardner had always been secretive about operations, but this level of information blackout felt dangerous. How could we properly defend this place if we didn’t even know what we were defending against? It seed counterproductive to keep potential defenders wandering around clueless when we could be mobilizing every available person to strengthen our periter.
The uncertainty ate at as I pushed food around my tray, my appetite completely gone.
A junior from another squad jogged over to our table, slightly out of breath from whatever intel-gathering mission he’d been on. His report didn’t ease anyone’s anxiety. The scouts had found absolutely nothing during their sweep of the surrounding area. No wolf tracks, no signs of movent, no evidence that any hostile pack was anywhere near our location.
The lack of findings only added to the confusion. Maybe this whole thing was just an elaborate training exercise designed to test our readiness. Or perhaps it was a false alarm triggered by faulty intelligence. Either way, we couldn’t afford to let our guard down until we received official confirmation.
After finishing our lackluster al, we headed straight to our scheduled training sessions. The routine felt comforting in its familiarity, even with everything else spinning out of control around us.
Weapons training had always been my strongest suit, and today was no exception. The shooting range provided a welco distraction from the morning’s chaos. The weight of the firearms in my hands felt natural, and the precision required to hit targets helped center my scattered thoughts. Knives were equally satisfying, their balance perfect as they flew through the air toward their designated marks.
My classification scores consistently placed at the top of every assessnt, sothing I took genuine pride in despite the constant challenges from my fellow trainees. So of them approached our competitions with good-natured rivalry, treating our matches as friendly tests of skill. Others weren’t quite so sporting about getting beaten by soone they clearly didn’t expect to lose to.
The latter group’s obvious frustration provided endless entertainnt for my friends and . We deliberately played up their irritation, knowing their wounded egos only made them more determined to prove themselves. It was petty, but satisfying in its own way.
As we made our way toward the shooting range, fragnts of conversation between Captain Gardner and Fletcher drifted over from across the courtyard. Their voices carried more tension than usual, and I found myself straining to catch every word.
"Why would they declare an attack and then completely disappear?" Gardner demanded, his frustration evident in every syllable.
Fletcher shook his head, looking equally baffled. "Nobody knows where the original threat ca from. We’re still trying to trace the communication, but whoever sent it covered their tracks well."
Before either man could respond, a soldier sprinted toward them with obvious urgency written across his features. His rapid approach suggested whatever news he carried wasn’t good.
"Sir, we just intercepted another ssage," he announced breathlessly.
Gardner straightened imdiately. "What kind of ssage?"
"Another pack, located further from our position, sent communications indicating plans to attack our facility. We weren’t supposed to intercept their transmission, but our monitoring equipnt picked it up anyway."
Fletcher processed this information grimly. "Combined with this morning’s threat, it looks like multiple groups might be coordinating against us. They’re forming so kind of alliance."
"Double the guard rotations imdiately," Gardner ordered without hesitation. "Make sure everyone understands the severity of our situation. We can’t take any risks with multiple hostile forces potentially working together."
Then Fletcher asked sothing that made my blood run cold.
"What are your orders regarding Dawn?"
Gardner dismissed the concern with a wave. "These packs have no connection to her or her forr pack. This doesn’t involve her at all."
I turned back toward Liam and Sophie, my heart hamring against my ribs. Liam was listening intently to every word, absorbing the information with his usual analytical focus. Sophie’s expression mirrored my own confusion and growing alarm as the implications of their conversation beca clear.
We remained frozen in place until both officers moved out of earshot, finally allowing us to breathe normally again.
"What the hell was that about?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Sophie’s eyes were wide with concern. "Why would they be discussing you specifically in relation to these threats?"
Liam’s analytical mind had already started connecting dots. "You’re probably marked as a target because of your connection to your forr pack. That Luna got a clear look at you during your escape. It’s possible she identified you and passed that information along."
The thought sent ice through my veins, but Sophie was already drawing the logical conclusion.
"That settles it then. You’re not leaving this base again, especially not for any missions involving your old pack."
Her protective instincts were touching, but she didn’t understand the complexity of my situation. I had obligations beyond my personal safety, and there were still too many unanswered questions about what Command was really planning.
"I go where they assign ," I replied firmly, already walking away from their worried expressions. "And I still need to figure out exactly what they’re keeping from all of us."
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