the hunter got too close to someone, by unspoken agreement, everyone spread out simultaneously, and then closed back in, teasing the hunter. This was practice for a group attack, and it was viciously effective.

The first time a grex mate tagged Aaron, he tripped, fell over, and then lay there for a minute, laughing at his clumsiness. Everyone came back to laugh with him and he dropped his ruse, tagging one. The wildlings fell for it every time—the frenatus, never again.

The game of tag stopped when James returned and issued a challenge. “Bill, you think you’re ready to take on your clan Alpha?” Everyone gathered into a circle in restrained excitement.

Bill jumped up with a large grin on face. “You come into my grex talking shit? You gonna ge...

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