The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278

“You don’t smell like them,” the small boy with tousled brown hair whispered nervously from behind the protective shield of his leader’s leg.

“Shh, Gabriel,” the little girl quickly hushed him with a gentle shove, giving me the opening I needed.

“Well, Gabriel,” I began, stepping forward with a calm smile, “the reason I don’t smell like your group is simple—I’m not part of their pack. Not yet, at least.”

Gabriel blinked in surprise, stepping out from behind the boy’s leg and approaching me cautiously. I patted the ground beside me, inviting him to come closer.

“You see, I lost my pack a while back, so I had to fend for myself for some time. Kind of like what you guys are doing now.” I glanced at the older boy beside Gabriel. “Do you mind if we start a fire? The sun’s about to set soon, and it’s best to get a good blaze going before darkness falls. Plus, now that we’re all together, we should make sure there’s enough wood to keep us warm, right?” I looked at him expectantly.

He let out an exaggerated eye roll before replying with a reluctant huff. “Landon. Yeah, I suppose that makes sense if you’re sticking around.”

“Great! Hey, can my buddy Seth help out? It’ll go faster with two of us.” Seth caught on immediately and jumped up before Landon could protest. “Oh! Do you have something to light the fire, or should we gather extra stuff and do it caveman-style?”

“No, I’ve got it,” Landon said, pulling a lighter from his pocket and tossing it toward me.

“Nah, you keep that. We’ll see you in a bit.” I turned away, trusting Seth to take over. Then I glanced back at the little girl. “Hey…”

“Peyton,” she replied, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk. “Let me guess—you think I’m going to cook for everyone just because I’m a girl.”

I grinned. “Nope,” I said, emphasizing the ‘P’. “I was actually wondering if you’ve seen any deer or tracks around here. I can’t survive on rabbits and little critters alone. We’re big men, right, Gabriel?” I nudged him gently in the ribs, catching a faint smile in return. “We need some serious food.”

“Oh. Uh… I’m not sure,” she admitted hesitantly.

“Have you ever hunted a deer before?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I’m only eight. I haven’t learned that yet.”

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