Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 202 The Hidden Trail

Aubrey’s POV

“He’s… not very good.”

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Brook scratched his head awkwardly. “My dad’s just an omega. Not a very strong one, either.”

I nodded, understanding immediately. If his skill level wasn’t high, then for him to have successfully wounded such a nimble deer, it had to be when the animal was distracted–while eating, or drinking from a stream.

After landing the hit, Brook’s father probably realized his crossbow wasn’t strong enough to do real damage. Of course, it was also possible he was already exhausted, and didn’t have the strength to draw it fully. That would explain why the wound was so shallow.

If he was already tired, then it must have been late in the day. He probably decided to head back down the mountain–he still had a wife and child waiting for him. But on the way back, something must have happened. Maybe he fell into a trap. Maybe he stumbled on something.

There weren’t any large predators in this area, and yet he’d been missing for three days.

As someone who hunted regularly, he should’ve known how to avoid traps. The only explanation was that he’d found something–some hidden place—and either got stuck there or died inside it.

I went over the reasoning carefully. Nothing seemed off. Only then did I ask, “Brook, is there any water around here?”

moment. “Yeah. There’s a little

My eyes

there. There might be

with the deer slung over one of the guards‘

with beautiful aquatic plants growing beneath the surface. From the footprints along the bank, it was obvious that animals and people came here to drink often. Brook’s father had probably come here to quench his thirst–and that’s

We’re not leaving until

“Yes, ma’am.”

brought knew what I was looking for. They spread out, combing the area inch

inch.

at my sleeve, his lips

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three or four days, especially in a place like

want to lie to him. The truth was, the odds weren’t

little guy must’ve guessed what I was thinking. He lowered his head, tears welling in his eyes. He’d been the most desperate to search. He walked the entire eight- or nine–hour trip without a single complaint, just hoping to

Mom… He promised he’d bring back meat… I don’t want the

cry loudly–like he