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The pair arrive just as a group of teenagers laughing and pushing each other do.Avery looks at them with mild disdain, while Roman nods at them.Avery continually scans the faces of everyone who arrives, keeping an eye out for the two girls she spoke to in the kitchen.It ticks slowly closer to three, and there's still no sign of them arriving, and she furrows her brows in concern and slight irritation."Who are you looking for?" Roman asks, bending down to speak into her ear.Slight shivers run down Avery's back, and she forces herself to swallow her spit."Two of your Omegas," she responds with a bite to her words, stepping away from him, not being unaware of the curious stares and the watching eyes of the teenagers."Oh," he mutters, looking uncomfortable as soon as she mentions Omegas.Avery clears her throat as it hits three, standing up in front of the group."Okay, I want you all to get into a line," she shouts before she sees two small figures hurrying through the trees, look
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"Whereabouts did they get stuck?" Avery asks, pulling the map out of her bag.Roman stabs at a point on it which is a reasonable distance away from them, and she sighs."It'll be faster to go in wolf form, won't it?" She asks softly, glancing at the two girls behind her who are sitting silently and watching the two speak."Much faster," he responds quietly, "we need to get going. The others couldn't get him out."With an agitated sigh, Avery walks behind a tree and shifts into her black wolf after stripping off quickly.She emerges and hears Roman telling the two girls to wait there for them before he takes off behind a tree and appears seconds later as his bright white wolf."How are we doing this?" Roman barks and Avery rolls her brow."Quickly," she responds, picking up her clothes bag in her mouth, and taking off in the direction of where the teenager is stuck.The two run in relative silence, both speedy and agile.Sonya is silent, and she isn't trying to attack Roman's wolf, whi
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A slightly uncomfortable silence follows his comment.Our life has never been as uncomfortable as it has been since we came here, Sonya comments irritably, scowling.Shut up, drama queen, is Avery's response, as she scowls as well."Are you gonna have them train after that?" Roman asks quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.The back of his neck and his cheeks are slightly red, which makes Avery smirk - was he embarrassed, or did she make him nervous?"I don't think so. When they get back from this round, I think I might just sit them down and talk to them about ethics or their futures or something," she mutters back, rubbing her temples gently.She couldn't wait to get back to her room and have a bath, and she felt that longing with every fibre of her being."Yeah, you could talk to them about your position and how you got it," Roman chirps up, and Avery shoots him a look."Most Alphas don't know that information, so I'm not going to tell your teenagers," she responds with a slightly
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"The best trackers are people who can move quietly and use their senses for a long period of time without tiring. Endurance is key for this profession, as is patience," Avery nods, and Roman nods with her."Trackers are essential. They're often seen as softer than the warriors, and they are, but they have to be able to fight. They can fight for longer than most warriors can, which is a huge advantage to them when they're hunting someone," Roman continues, looking to Avery to continue."A rogue expects brute force and doesn't expect weapons from trackers. We equip ours with handguns - easy to use, and easy to hide. I don't know what you guys here do," Avery glances at Roman, and he holds eye contact with her for a moment."We usually carry knives, and a lot of them at that. Handguns is a good idea, but the noise can attract more unwanted attention," Roman shrugs."A bigger reach is a bigger advantage," Avery responds quickly, and there's a pregnant pause before anyone speaks."Warriors
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What the fuck, Avery groans, Sonya taking full control and scampering through the trees.Don't blame me; you didn't fight him off either, Sonya responds in a snooty tone, flicking her tail as she slows her run to a slow walk, sailing through the trees with ease.I wouldn't have let it go much further, Avery cries out in indignation, and Sonya rolls her eyes.Oh yes, you would have, you were just afraid of the consequences that you'd have to deal with after, her wolf bites back before the two simultaneously put up mental blocks and go about their own business.Avery makes sure that she knows where they are, while Sonya sniffs at everything, enjoying her time shifted.She doesn't like being cooped up, and Avery admittedly feels guilty for keeping her locked up for almost two days.Her run earlier helped a little to release some tension. Still, she decides it's probably best to allow Sonya to run free for an hour or two, just playing and wandering around her new surroundings, figuring ou
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The night passes quickly, and Avery is awoken by knocking on her door, rudely ripping her out of her steamy dream about a not-so-anonymous Alpha."Shit," she mutters, stumbling to the door with her eyes half-closed and one of her hands feeling along the walls for direction. The other is tugging her sleep shirt down to make sure it covers her ass.Unlocking the door, she pulls the door open, yawning widely as she does.She is greeted by the sight of what could basically be described as a god, who has a wide smirk on his face."Morning, Wilcott. You can close your mouth; I wouldn't want you to catch any flies," Roman teases, and Avery shoots him a half-hearted glare."Why are you here so early?" She mumbles, rubbing her hand down her face in an attempt to wake herself up a little more."To make sure you're ready for our day out," he smiles, "and because the beach cook-out starts in forty minutes, and I thought you might like some warning."Avery stares at him in surprise, nodding after
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The day passes by in the blink of an eye, and Avery is surprised by how much she enjoys herself.Roman hasn't brought up her random and awkwardly-timed shift, which she's thankful for, because she doesn't know what she would say to him in the slightest.She is dragged off by the women she met the other night to have lunch with them, which turns into a long gossip session about some of the warriors, who are apparently a very kinky bunch.Avery raised a brow hearing this information and made a mental note of it while trying not to laugh, and she noticed Carolyn was struggling to keep a straight face as well, while one girl described her midnight adventure with one.The food is good, and the people are welcoming and kind, so Avery relaxed in their company, letting herself loose and laughing with them."We heard you have the hots for our Alpha," a middle-aged woman Avery vaguely recognises smirks, and they all lean closer to her again.Avery laughs nervously, and Carolyn sits back in her
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Three weeks pass, and Avery is still in the Lancaster pack.She extended her stay, much to York's surprise and secret delight.Avery likes this pack, and she hasn't felt as terrible as usual since she arrived.She hasn't had any bad days, and she's actually busy here. It isn't just paperwork and phone calls here; she actually has a purpose.She trains the teenagers every day, except Thursdays, when she goes to the beach, and all of them have improved, much to her shock and delight.She has something to do, and she isn't prepared to go back to sitting in an office all day.This weekend, she's supposed to go home. There's a conference for some of the Alphas, and York is supposed to be there, as well as Roman.Avery hasn't said anything yet, but her brother is operating under the assumption she'll be going home with him on Sunday evening.Tying up her hair for her training session, she bites her lip, putting on a little tinted lip balm and filling in her brows.Alpha Roman was supposed t
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