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Chapter 9: We're going hunting

CHAPTER NINE:

WE'RE GOING HUNTING

[THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW]

    IT WAS AROUND 2 am by the time that it had happened—not one person expected it to occur in such a night or time. While it was true that the very reason that the patrols are on going was for this very reason—they barely had trespassers for one specific reason: this was Hendrix’s pack. One will have a death wish in order to have some strength to raid this specific pack—or such unbearable anger towards the man. 

    The moon was showing some visible lights but amidst the night time, the light looked like particularly nothing but a soft company—not at all helping with the navigation to movements around them. The moon simply serves nothing but a small glimmer in the night light. By the large darkness that surrounds the