#Chapter 159 Hunting

Judy’s POV When I returned to the camp, Tabby was the one who greeted me first. “Are you okay?” She asked, rushing toward me. I wasn’t sure what to say. I was fine now, though I was a bit sore from the fight, all the wounds I had from it were completely healed. I touched my neck, frowning at the memory. Everything that happened felt like a dream. The canines had sunk into my neck and the blade was digging into my flesh as well, but both wounds were completely healed, not even a scratch lingering in place. “Yeah,” I breathed. “I think so…” “I’m so sorry!” Allan, one of my teammates said as he rushed over to me. “I didn’t know what else to do. I’m so sorry I ran and left you there!” “It’s okay. At least you got the flag,” I said, motioning for the second flag that Sherrie had stored with the first one. “Still, I shouldn’t have left you there,” he breathed, looking defeated. “No, you shouldn’t have. She could have died,” Tabby said, folding her arms across her