"He’s going to come after me," Violet whispered to herself with dread. Her friends heard her, their expressions shifting to one of concern.
"What do you mean by that?" Lila asked, alarmed.
Violet clenched her fists. "This is my one chance to leave the West House, but Asher won’t let that happen. He’ll focus all his resources on capturing me."
"Alaric won’t stay still either way," Daisy countered. "You’re his girlfriend. This is his chance to keep you close. It’ll turn into a fight over you, and I have no doubt Griffin and Roman will back their respective friends."
"Wait a minute," Ivy interjected, a spark of realization in her eyes. "If they all fight over you, doesn’t that mean it’ll give us enough time to escape? What happens if we actually manage to escape without getting caught?"
No one had an answer, and Ivy, never one to hesitate, raised her voice, addressing the Alphas directly. "What happens if we escape successfully? Do we still have to return to our old house?"
Griffin answered her, "You’ll have the choice to join any house you want."
Hope spread like wildfire among the newbies. If they escape, they will be free to choose a house for themselves. The possibility of such freedom was intoxicating considering all of them had a dream Alpha they wanted to stay under.
Ivy turned back to her roommates with excitement. "So, let’s say we make it together. What house would we pick other than the West House?"
"North House, probably," Lila suggested, glancing at Violet. "She has a cardinal Alpha for a boyfriend. We’d have a smoother stay there."
Daisy, ever the strategist, shook her head. "Elsie is already a member of the North House. If Violet moves in, it’ll turn into a warzone for power."
"If it comes down to that, Violet will win. I believe in her," Lila said with absolute faith in her voice.
"Or," Ivy cut in, "we avoid the drama and go with the East House. Griffin isn’t so bad, and he and Alaric are friends."
"It still wouldn’t be better than staying under her boyfriend’s watch!" Lila argued.
Violet, who had been silent up until now, finally had enough.
"Guys!" she snapped, frustration in her voice. "We have way bigger problems than deciding which house to end up in. None of this will matter if Asher catches me!"
"She’s right!" Ivy huffed. "We’d have to deal with another roommate if Violet gets taken, and I don’t like strangers in my space."
Daisy’s gaze swept the crowd, calculating. "There are about forty newbies. Each pack has one Alpha and one Beta, but the ones we should really be worried about are the Deltas. I can’t tell how many each pack has, but to keep the race fair, they’re probably be evenly distributed. Let’s assume eight Deltas per pack. That means for every newbie, there’s a werewolf assigned. Outrun or defeat yours—which is pretty much impossible—and you’re good to go."
She wasn’t wrong.
In the wolf hierarchy, Alphas ruled as the dominant leaders, Betas were their trusted second-in-command, and Deltas, the elite warriors, carried out their orders with unwavering loyalty. They were the ones to fear. Gammas were merely pack members, hunters, and guards. But the Deltas? They were trained to catch their prey. And tonight, that prey was them.
Lila swallowed. "I’m sure Alaric will save her. But we’re a unit. Wherever Violet goes, we go, right?"
She looked at the others expectantly, but the silence that followed was heavier than lead.
Damn it.
Violet read the shift in mood and sighed. "None of you have to—"
"I’ll go with you," Daisy interrupted. "You have connections with the Cardinal Alphas. If I stick with you, I have a better shot at success when I graduate."
Violet didn’t flinch at her blunt honesty. She wasn’t offended. Daisy was smart, and she needed someone like that on her corner. If their partnership was transactional, so be it, as long as it was built on trust.
"Fine," she said.
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