The gym falls silent as Tyler and I walk in. On our way here, Tyler explained to me what they do for training. All wolves meet in the same gym where I fought Kira before training starts. The lead trainers and alpha give them instructions as to what they will be doing. Then the wolves are split into groups and sent to train. Tyler leads me over to an older man, probably in his late thirties or early forties. “This is Eric. He is the lead trainer and is in charge of creating training plans,” Tyler explains. “Nice to meet you, Luna,” Eric says, bowing his head slightly. “It’s nice to meet you as well,” I respectfully reply. “I came to see Moonfang’s training regimen, and to train with a sparring partner.” “I don’t think you will have any trouble completing the workouts,” Eric replies. “Especially if you perform as well as you did during your welcoming ceremony. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get today’s training started.” Eric walks away from us and towa
I hold my pace steady as I run around the track. Even though I finished my twenty laps, I don’t stop. I keep running, feeling each movement of my muscles. I notice Tyler walk over to the sidelines and sit down. He seems to be done. I can feel him watching me as I run. One by one, the other runners finish their twenty laps. I wait until the last runner is seated before joining the group. “Did you enjoy your run?” Tyler asks. “Yeah. I usually run twice that far, but it was a nice warmup,” I reply. Tyler looks surprised. He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it when the instructor starts talking first. “Your next station is core. Meet your core instructor in the smallest weight room within the next fifteen minutes,” he instructs. Our group gathers together before walking there. It looks like we will be staying with the two groups that joined ours. The smallest weight room is located along the far side of the training facility. In order to get there, we had to
A knock sounds from the study door, drawing my attention as well as Tyler’s. We have been working together more often as I deal with my work remotely rather than commuting to the office. “Come in,” Tyler calls. The door swings open to reveal Cole with a thin stack of papers. “We have a slight issue,” Cole states. “What do you mean?” Tyler asks. “The rogue attacks have been growing more frequent. We don’t know the cause of them, but here are the reports on each attack for you to look over,” Cole explains. “Thank you,” Tyler says, taking the papers from Cole. “Have there been any casualties?” “None as of this time. Our warriors only sustained minor injuries. All attacking rogues were either killed by our warriors or killed themselves in our cells. We haven’t been able to get any of them to talk before they are found dead,” Cole replies. “Alright. Arielle and I will look over everything and make a decision. Thank you for reporting this to us,” Ty
Tyler’s plan is far more complicated than mine. He is going to call our neighboring packs to ask for assistance in fighting the rogues. His goal is to be able to join forces and wipe out all of the rogues in the surrounding area. "Alright. Thank you. See you soon," Tyler says. The phone clacks as he returns it to the receiver. He sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. "How did it go?" I ask. "Pretty well," Tyler replies. "Five out of the seven packs agreed to meet with us to discuss our plan." "Why did two of the packs refuse?" "The one is at odds with our pack. We have disagreed many times in the past and they are refusing to cooperate once again. The other wants nothing to do with the rogues. Their alpha believes that helping us will increase the attacks against them," he explains. "That's stupid," I comment. "The rogues will probably attack them anyway. Their best bet is to work with us to prepare for that." "I agree, but they made the
“Thank you for joining us here today to discuss the issues of the recent rogue attacks,” Tyler says. “Are Grim Ire and Crescent Star not joining us?” Alpha Richard asks. “Both packs declined our invitation,” Tyler informs them. He opens the laptop that sat on the table in front of him. With a few clicks, a report shows up on the display screen along the wall opposite where Tyler and I currently sit. “These are the statistics of the most recent rogue attacks on Moonfang. We have not been able to connect the attacks to a certain group of rogues, nor have we been able to determine if there is a mastermind behind them or not,” Tyler explains. “Do you have any ideas as to why someone would want to attack you?” Alpha Mitchell asks, turning to face us. Tyler and I both glance at each other, but remain silent. “Spill it,” Alpha Roman demands. “The two of you know something. Spill it.” “Alpha Roman is right,” Alpha Lukas adds, seeing our hesitation. “We can
Alpha Roman closes the distance between us quickly. I watch for his movements to signal his first attack. Sure enough, his right arm tenses and draws back. I duck to the side only to watch as his fist flies through the area where my head was. Alpha Roman lurches forward as his momentum carries him further than he thought. Taking advantage of this lack of balance, I place a hand against his back and push him away from me. The alpha stumbles forward several steps. I back away from my opponent as he slowly turns around to face me. Alpha Roman’s face is a mask of fury. His eyebrows are drawn together into a frown and one corner of his lips is pulled up into a snarl. His eye twitches as he stalks forward. Whoopsie daisy. I must have injured the unnecessarily large pride that alphas like him have. Alpha Roman closes the distance between us once more and throws a left hook. I dodge it, only to see his leg flying towards my face. He had faked the punch in order to get close en
After our meeting with the other packs’ leaders, the rogue attacks died down. They were fewer in number and lower in strength. Tyler and I began to relax, as did all of our pack members. On my morning stroll through the pack, I notice that the warriors on guard duty are slacking off. Many of them are sitting and chatting at their assigned posts. They are supposed to be watching the woods for any sign of an attack. I continue my walk, now determined to see what the rest of the warriors are doing. The members of each post that I pass are relaxing and chatting, only glancing towards the woods occasionally. This is bad. How can our warriors protect the pack if they are not prepared for a fight and watching for danger? I make my way back to Tyler’s office. “We need to talk,” I say, bursting through the door. I push it closed behind me and wince as it slams shut. “What about?” Tyler asks. “We need to tighten our security. I just walked past all of the guard posts
“It all started when I was eight,” Clay begins. He leans against the stone wall across from me and folds his arms. “My parents decided to begin successor training for my brother and I. Being the eldest twin, I believed that I alone would be trained to become alpha. It is my birthright, after all. However, my parents believed that the twin who showed greater promise as a ‘leader’ would step into the position of alpha while the other brother supported him.” Clay leans his head back against the wall. “During the main classes we displayed our aptitude for different skills. My brother was good at written skills, so his grades were always the best. He read books all of the time and my parents always praised him for his great ideas. I, on the other hand, specialized in physical skills. Where my brother was good at reading, I was good at fighting. My parents didn’t appreciate this whatsoever. They always complained that my grades were too low and that I should focus more on studying