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Chapter Twenty Two
The next four days pass slowly. It was all extremely uneventful. All except for one thing: the rogue. The dinner had gone well. Father had Cullen, Krista, Trace and I stand for the whole room to applaud and congratulate on our first solo patrol. The elder seemed pleased, whispering among themselves as they gazed onto their children with pride. They had trained us well. My father also seemed pleased, at ease. But I was too distracted by the rogue to care if he was pleased or not. Why wasn't he worried? I cornered him in his office one day after looking back at some research I had done months ago. As I suspect, rogue activity has risen significantly. With a new generation of hunters, my father probably thought the problem would eventually be fixed. But them being so close to our territo
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