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Cult

As we survey the larger parts of the woods to no avail, I clench my jawline in frustration. I wonder why he makes it hard to die. Irish fids his way back to meet me because he hasn’t seen Alejandro yet.

What do we do? He asks and I place my hand across my chin.

Call the boys to round up. He is probably injured because no intruder was able to leave without an injury. He probably cannot walk cause it’s deep. I say, hoping that is the case.

Alpha! One of the boys scream and we begin to rush to the direction where the scream came from. As we rush, I can see that they boys are gathering around something and as I draw nearer, it turns out to be him. Alejandro. He is passed out, bleeding as a huge stick has pierced his right arm, it is too big for him to pull alone which means that he couldn’t save his blood.

What do we do? Irish asks as I bend to look at him. His eyes are shut and his forehead his tainted with sweat.

I can’t believe it. It’s the great Alejandro who put a cursed knife i