facing the past.

"Eveline Marcus Richy!" Terrence greeted with a big smile on his face. He was one of the kids I used to train with in what my father used to call a parlour so the higher-ups wouldn't know it was a training ground.

He was smart like that.

Who would have thought something called a parlour would have wolves running track, learning self defence, and becoming warrior's in their own right?

Beta Williams may not have liked being challenged by my father or failed him because of his status so, he wouldn't become a warrior but that didn't take his passion away. He took his skills elsewhere, and decided to teach in the pack.

The parlour wasn't big, having about fifteen males, and about five pups including me, but we learnt a lot, and Terrence Brody was the only pup that managed to challenge me, and almost won, but that was on my sick day.

"Terrence "sore loser" Brody. How is your arm?" I teased. I was a little surprised when I got to the parlour and it was open. Everyone was still there tr