155 Chapter 155 Strobing Chaos
Elena’s POV 1
We remained in position, waiting for the current training team to clear the course. As they filed out of the room, every single pair of eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
The male trainees scanned me from head to toe with undisguised interest, while the female recruits shot me looks that could have melted steel. Their sneers were so obvious I wondered if they practiced them in the mirror.
I had no control over being tall, blonde, or having the kind of figure that drew unwanted attention. Whatever genetics had given me this appearance, I never asked for it. Since I had no memories of my mother, I couldn’t even blame her for the DNA lottery.
The thought of sharing sleeping quarters with these hostile women made my stomach twist into knots.
Corbin reset the training course and positioned us at the starting line. The moment the bell chimed, every light in the facility cut out, replaced by a chaotic storm of strobing flashes that turned the world into a disorienting nightmare.
My vision struggled to adjust to the pulsing brightness. Each flash revealed fragments of the course ahead, like snapshots from a fever dream.
The mission was straightforward in theory but brutal in execution. Navigate through multiple rooms, eliminate werewolf targets, spare human ones. The challenge lay in the split–second decisions required to distinguish between them.
Werewolves in their shifted form were easy targets, but the ones in human form demanded lightning–fast judgment calls. A moment of hesitation or a wrong choice could mean the difference between success and catastrophic failure.
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We pushed through the obstacle course, room by room, our weapons ready and nerves stretched to breaking points. The flashing lights made everything feel like a twisted video game where lives hung in the balance.
Fifteen minutes later, we emerged at the final checkpoint, hearts pounding and adrenaline still coursing through our systems. Corbin gestured toward a video monitor that had recorded our entire performance.
He wanted me to analyze my own mistakes.
We studied the footage in slow motion, and the errors became painfully obvious. Every missed shot, every hesitant moment, every wrong decision played out in excruciating detail.
“I missed two werewolf targets and shot one human,” I admitted, my jaw clenched with frustration.
“Your previous base never had training like this?” Corbin asked, his eyebrows raised.
“Nothing even close. This level of sophistication is completely new to me,” I replied, feeling the weight of my inexperience.
He nodded with understanding. “Makes sense why they transferred you here. You have raw talent, but it needs serious refinement.”
The training session ended just as dinner time arrived, so we made our way to the mess hall. The sight that greeted us there was overwhelming. Green uniforms filled every available space, creating a sea of military personnel that
stretched wall to wall.
The sheer number of regular soldiers compared to Hunters was staggering. I wondered how they managed to keep our true mission under wraps with so many people around.
Corbin and I collected our food and found seats at the back tables where our
squad had gathered. The contrast between the two groups was striking, and I felt like we were operating in plain sight yet completely invisible.
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Several Hunters attempted to make conversation with me, their curiosity about my military base upbringing evident in their questions. I kept my responses deliberately vague, having no interest in becoming the evening’s entertainment topic.
After dinner, I returned to the barracks and began the process of settling in. I pulled clothes from my duffel bag, made my bed with military precision, and organized my belongings in the assigned foot locker.
The communal bathroom became my next destination. I wanted to shower before the evening rush, knowing privacy would be at a premium once everyone returned.
The hot water was a blessing on my aching muscles, washing away the sweat and tension from the day’s brutal training. My body was already protesting after just one day, and I could only imagine how much worse it would get.
I finished quickly, getting dressed just as voices echoed through the barracks. The other trainees were returning for the night.
The reality of co–ed living arrangements in the Hunter barracks meant privacy was a luxury none of us could expect. Multiple bunk houses housed Hunters together, and personal space was essentially nonexistent.
Conversations filled the air as everyone settled in for the night. I continued organizing my few possessions, trying to carve out some semblance of personal territory in the shared space.
At exactly ten o’clock, Corbin appeared and announced lights out. His presence commanded immediate respect, and the chatter died down quickly.
Once he disappeared, the real entertainment began. Several trainees pushed their bunks together and began what could only be described as very audible intimate activities.
I buried my head under my pillow, trying desperately to block out the sounds that seemed to echo throughout the entire building. Sleep felt impossible under these circumstances.
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The trainee in the bunk beside me caught my obvious discomfort and offered a sympathetic smile.
“You’ll get used to it eventually. This happens every single night,” he
whispered, amusement clear in his voice.
“Wonderful,” I muttered, my voice heavy with sarcasm.
He chuckled softly at my response, finding humor in my obvious frustration with the situation.
Eventually, exhaustion won over embarrassment, and I managed to drift off to sleep with my pillow firmly pressed over my head.
The wake–up call came at seven in the morning, followed immediately by breakfast. As we finished our meal, Corbin approached and told me to follow him.
My muscles were still screaming from yesterday’s training, and the thought of another grueling session filled me with dread.
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