Chapter 44: Fox Hunt
The forest stretched before us, thick with tangled roots and dense foliage. The air was cool, but the lingering scent of sweat and smoke from our earlier battle clung to my clothes.
Class B was neutralized—tied up and left in a neat little pile under Garrick’s watchful gaze. Felix made sure the knots were tight, just in case any of them got ideas.
Now, we had a different prey.
"Julien, take the front," I said, motioning him ahead. "Your instincts are sharp enough to keep us from blundering into something stupid."
Julien cracked his knuckles. "Say no more."
"Mira, watch the flanks. If you see anything suspicious, don’t engage—just let me know."
She smirked. "Aw, you do care."
I ignored her.
"Leo, stay close to Felix. Leave him alone for a moment he will probably trip down on a leaf and injure himself."
Felix scoffed. "That happened one time."
Leo smirked. "It was a flat surface."