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My brother raised his eyebrows, then blinked, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Then let’s start now beforewe’rethe ones being hunted.”

Even though Nash was joking, it was serious. There was a hunters’ club in Blairville, led by human investorClifford Millton,that held a hunting meeting at the beginning of every month, especially since the recent events. Formally, our family were members, so we knew when and where they hunted.

“Are you coming, Emy?” my brother suddenly asked me, and I looked at Hunter.

I would have loved to know what he had meant when he had talked about the competitions, but I wouldn’t find out if I went hunting with him and my brother.

My heart beat for hunting. That was the deciding factor.

A grin spread across my lips and our eyes began to glow yellow as the veins on our necks stood out.

“Whoever gets to the cliffs first!”

Chapter 11

Larissa

Criminal Investigation Files

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I had been told to get changed for training. I had done that. I was supposed to follow him downstairs, in a strange elevator that was far too modern for this building, even more modern than conventional elevators. I had done that. I followed Miles DeLoughrey. All while my insides had been tossing and turning as if trying to fight all this.

My mother was dead because ofme.My father had been one of them, and I...I would never be able to have children again.

Tears made their way up, and it felt like the tattooed knot under my breast was tightening on my skin.

Cursed.I was cursed. And I should never have come to Blairville.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Miles watching me scrutinizingly.

I still wasn’t able to say anything. His explanations had thrown me off the rails so badly, yet nothing of this was his fault. If one really thought about it, it was our fathers’ faults. It was their fault that we existed... and that our mothers no longer did.

I had always wondered how my father could have left me. Now I knew the answer. He was a heartless asshole, and I was better off without him anyway.

The elevator paused, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Lately, this always happened when there was a sudden movement. It was probably because of my new... body.

“I’m surprised Bastien makes so much time for you.” Miles snorted with a laugh, indicating thatBastienmust be a very busy man.

“He’s training you all?” I spoke for the first time in two hours.

Miles looked at me again, then he grinned. “That would be wasted potential, according to Nicolaj. He only trains Adrian.”

I nodded slowly.Of course... Adrian.

“Who’syourmentor? Do you even have one?”

“Laurent,” he replied tersely. “Less pressure, less Bastien drama.”

“Bastien drama?”

“Oh,believe me, good old Bastien seems calm and collected at first glance, but he’s demanding. Just the right thing for Adrian.”

Now it made sense why Adrian had reacted so dismissively to me. He thought he was better than me.

“Is Bastien really... that good?”

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