Dylan POV.

"Seriously... that's another bullseye!" I was currently in alpha Gilliards pack training hall, with none other than Ryan Clarke, who once again looked at me as if I had three heads growing out of my neck as I threw yet another knife at a target. "How did you get so good at that? I mean, your hair is one thing, but I'll be damned if your actually a better shot than me."

"First of all, these are knives, honestly Clarke, have you ever even thrown a knife?" I raised my eyebrows at him cockily and waited for him to reply, he stuttered slightly knowing I was right, but still argued.

"No, but im good with a gun. I've even saved your sorry ass before now." Had he forgotten I had saved him too. He nudged me playfully before winking at me in success.

"Oh please... you have literally shot one person in your entire life, granted it was a good shot, but still... it's natural that I am better than you." I laughed as I walked over to the far target and gathered the knives I had been throwing.

weapons at our disposal was excessive and extremely useful. The person in charge of it stated that it shouldn't be an issue for me to have a silver dagger made, which would really come

much more than me." I sighed, already knowing the

kings guard with a bullet to the eye, and I ended the misery of the man who had been forcibly marked. I was officially a murderer. "I killed three

killed so many people, obviously knew about your dad, but the other two? There were rumors about you killing a guy who had been marked without consent, but they were just rumors,

that as it comes." I had much bigger things to concern

she wants you on the throne." I mean, the

ultimately decide the fate of the entire world would have to begin sooner rather than later. Nobody wanted it to take it lace in

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