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The air hangs heavy with the acrid scent of vomit.

I’m hunched over by the side, retching violently as my body rebels against the weight of guilt and fear that clings to my insides. Each convulsion sends waves of nausea through me, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within.

Ettie’s voice, a distant murmur, penetrates the fog of my anguish.

“Alina, you need to stop. It’s done.”

Her words, meant as reassurance, fall on deaf ears. I can’t shake the images that replay in my mind–the brutality, the blood, the makeshift grave. The forest seems to close in around me, its ancient trees bearing silent witness to the chaos that has unfolded in their domain.

As I retch, Ettie continues to stand near the makeshift grave, her gaze fixed on the rocky ground. “We did what we had to do, Alina.”

Her words cut through the fog, a stark reminder of the unforgiving reality that governs the Mating Run. Survival leaves no room for hesitation or remorse.

I wipe my mouth, trembling, and attempt to rise.

The forest floor feels unsteady beneath me, each step a struggle against the lingering shadows of guilt. Ettie turns toward me, her eyes holding a mixture of concern and frustration.

“Alina-”

“Ettie… We… We can’t afford to stay here. We shouldn’t. The cameras are watching. We need to go somewhere they can’t see us..”

I stumble towards Ettie, my legs weak beneath me.

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Ettie’s gaze softens

and we made ours.”

“Alina, survival comes with a price. Elijah made his choice,

“We?” I mutter to myself, my entire body shaking. “What do you mean we?”

Anger pulses through me

mel that still linger in my chest.

like a wildfire, fueled by the charred remains of guilt

The echoes of Elijah’s demise reverberate in my mind, a haunting melody that refuses to be silenced. Yet, as I turn my gaze toward Ettie, a different kind of fury

takes root within me.

“Ettie, it was all you! You did that! It’s not something we both decided on! Why did you kill him?”

The words burst forth, sharp and accusing. My voice, usually soft, carries the weight of betrayal.

Ettie meets my gaze, her eyes defiant. “Alina, he touched you. He was going to hurt you. What choice did I have?”

The forest, with its silent trees and hidden cameras, bears witness to our confrontation. The air crackles with tension, charged with the unspoken truth that now stands between us.

“You had a choice, Ettie! You didn’t have to kill him like that!” My fists clench at my sides, the anger boiling within me. “We could have found another way, stopped him without resorting to… to this.”

response sharp. “Alina, this is the Mating Run. There are no rules, no mercy. You think he would

suppress the surge of resentment that courses through me. “That doesn’t give you the right to play judge, jury, and executioner.

storm brewing within them. “You think

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think it was easy for me? He had to die,

you.”

didn’t let me decide, Ettie! You took that choice

resistance against the accusations that

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what needed to be done. If you

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of my anger. “Don’t act like you know what’s best for me, Ettie. You didn’t save me. You just replaced

eyes ablaze. “I won’t let anyone harm you, Alina. If that means

I say the words, instantly regretting it

your own? You’re naïve, Alina. In this forest,

words hangs in the air. Trust, once a fragile bond between us, now shatters like glass. I clench my

Ettie. But I won’t compromise

scoffs, a bitter laugh that reverberates through the cave. “Who you are? In this forest, that’s a liability. You’ll either adapt or become another casualty.”

me. “I won’t lose myself in this madness. I

narrow, her tone cold. “Sometimes,

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let fear and violence define me. I’ll find another way, even if

on my own.”

our unraveling camaraderie. Ettie’s gaze, a mixture of frustration and concern, searches

alone. You

my tongue. “Trust is earned, Ettie. And

reaches my ears, and I stiffen

on Ettie.

that moment, my heart softens, a realization dawning upon me

sorry. I… I didn’t mean those words. I just… I’m scared, Ettie. For both of

up, her eyes stained with tears, and for a

glass on the verge of shattering.

reminder of the fragility of trust. I step closer, my heart heavy with the weight of my own insecurities. “Ettie, I’m

searching mine for sincerity. “I thought we could rely on each other, Alina. That’s what kept us

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The realization hits me – I’m not alone in this struggle, and the survival of

something I’m not. But I’m also scared of losing you,” I admit, the words hanging in the air like an unspoken plea. “That’s what scares me

did what I did to protect you, to keep you safe. If that means

her choices. We’re not just navigating a forest filled with

I care about you. But I can’t blindly accept everything. We need to find a balance, a way

to make you doubt me,

her eyes resonates with the depth of my own fears. We’re two souls entangled in the dance of survival, each step fraught with uncertainty. “We need each other, Ettie. But we also need to

choices.”

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