Luther's POV
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"I never got your name." Luther turned back, gaze pointed at the White Flame guy.
Calling him that in his head when he was supposed to be the leader here was becoming tiresome.
The young man gave Rebecca a silent look before clearing his throat. "Hudson."
Huh... That name didn't sound wolf-like at all. Pretty simple actually.
But Luther didn't comment on that, nodding once. "Hudson. Nice to meet you."
No one said anything.
Their walk forward was uninterrupted, the mist almost completely parted now, leaving only a barely visible layer. Life seemed null, save for a few plants in the form of grass sprouting at different spots.
'So in other words... Boring.' his wolf grunted. 'Are you telling me the rest of this trial is going to be you leading these delinquents like a mama duck?'
'You didn't seem troubled when the valley chose me,' Luther responded calmly. 'And I doubt this peace will last for long. Something seems... Wrong.'
