Chapter Twenty-five

Noah's POV

"Training is going well, our younger ones are really trying. I'm surprised at their stamina and agility, I can already see some great enforcers there. We might win a lot of events this time." Caleb reported in my home office. He was in charge of training our new set of athletes. The teenage team, were teens between the ages of 16 - 25, since Lycans don't age, our teenage window was wider than normal.

"Are they really that good? Have you selected the ones who would represent our pack at the Olympics?" I asked, skimming over the report that he had brought over.

" No, I haven't. I wanted you to come watch one of their practices and choose yourself." He said, taking a swig of the beer that he had grabbed from my fridge

I closed the file abruptly and looked at him. " Absolutely not. I'll come and watch them practice but I won't be the one to choose the team. You've trained them, you know who's good at what and who's not, you'll choose. Okay?" He nodded in agr