The Patrols

''She's always gone along with what is happening, let the world pass her by. But the deaths that are going on need to be stopped. Eve has no plan and no way to stop them. All she knows is that she needs to start what can never end.''

''Somebody sees two shapes, Eve and Darke, moving, and reports them. The Alphas send out patrols that direct everyone what to do. But when word spreads that Eve disobeyed them, she's sent into another pod.''

''The pod welcomes her, and, after her command, starts to fight back. She travels with her friends, undetected, trying not to be caught.''

''But after they capture one of her dearest friends and she learns news of a death, her heart isn't in it. Luckily, her friends know something she doesn't...''

With the knowledge of her crew, can she save her entire pod and the rest of them from Jamaa's wrath, or will she be forced to live in slavery for the rest of her life?

Find out in The Patrols.

Prologue
"Hold on, I see one," Eve instructed, beckoning for Darke to come closer. He followed her and saw the deer. Eve lifted her arrow, as well as Darke, next to her, and shot it.

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