The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 89

My feet carry me quickly through the woods as I survey the map, swiftly making sense of it and matching physical landmarks with the points on the page. Inwardly, I think gratefully of my dad and my uncle Roger, who brought me along on those early camping trips and showed me how to do this sort of work, not leaving me out. I mean, Rafe and Jesse certainly got more training in this than me as we got older – they could find their way home in the dark, just by looking at the stars.

But me? I’m confident in my map reading skills, and I bless them now.

When I identify a ridge running along my right and realize that I simply have to follow this until I reach a man–made bridge – which seems, honestly, a little too easy

I fold the map and shove it deep into my back pocket. Then I set my sights ahead and hurry my steps, keeping my ears open for any other movement in the forest around me.

My wolf, inside me, has her hackles raised and her instincts trained on everything around us. Shift into me, she commands, her teeth bared even at the sound of the wind rustling through the branches. I’m faster, stronger. I can bite and tear anyone who comes near…

For a long moment I consider it, but then I shake my head and carry on in my human form. Too much risk, unfortunately, of being identified as female if I’m spotted as my rose- gold wolf. Not to mention my natural scent will be on full display, meaning that pretty much everyone would be well aware that there’s a girl running around the Examination.

Plus, my instincts will be that of an animal. It’s not that you lose your human thoughts as a wolf, just that they become…secondary.

And I really, really need to keep my wits about me.

My wolf growls, displeased with my choice, and mentally I bury my fingers thick into her hair. I will if I have to, I promise her, the feel of her fur against my hand bringing us both comfort and strength.

I continue forward, my mind set on our trek.

As I move into a clearer space along the ridge my eyes move, inevitably, to the jagged mountain that rises before me, slightly north–east from my current position. I swear,

lightly, as my eyes take it in and 1 slip the map out of my back pocket, consulting it to confirm what I already know.

Yup – there, right at the top. That’s our Final Destination.

I curse the stupid map, which makes the trek look ridiculously simplistic and short. Just cross the river! Then the plane! Up the hill, and to the end!

the reality of

suddenly, but simultaneously grateful that Rafe and Jesse made me do so much upper–body work. I’m going to need it, at some points, to do some quite literal bouldering. God, am I going to have to like…dangle out over open air? Surely there’s an easier path, perhaps around the side of the mountain

the left and I freeze,

Voices, plural. Shit.

cadets have found their friends or at least some temporary allies and are

darting directly for a set of bushes. I don’t have a chance, I know, caught alone like this. I’m such easy pickings, and knocking any candidate out is a win at this point.

pulling the crossbow down over my back and silently loading an arrow even as I keep my eyes trained ahead, towards the voices. Passively, I thank the captain for making me load a crossbow so

than I thought it would for the cadets to appear, and while this is half a blessing – giving my scent time to disperse in the air – it certainly makes me scowl, because every minute gone is a minute wasted.

my feet isn’t going to help me, is

recognize says, pointing left towards the ridge

own plan

head, even as he turns in that direction. “It

we’ll have to be the first ones to get there, won’t we?” says a third, his voice a little wicked. The first two turn to

I figure out the import of their words,

can be the ones to set the

trap.

forms itself in my mind because…what the hell am I going to do? If cadets spring a trap at the bridge,

hell am I going to get across? I

my map, to reconsider my route, my plan, but I force myself to stay still and not do anything to draw attention to myself as the three cadets prepare to move forward. I’m working out my plan about how closely to follow when suddenly

if possible. Because while I didn’t

these two..

doesn’t mean any harm, even though he’s got a sturdy staff held in his left hand. “We’ve got no

don’t have any with us.”

you

like Wright have been given weapons. Like they need