Kyle's POV: "Are you ready to take over as Alpha of the pack with the training you acquired here, or do you prefer to go to the Alpha training camp, which is held every five years?" my father asked. I kept quiet, thinking about what would be beneficial to me. "If I decide to go to the camp, will I go there alone?" I asked curiously. "No, Larson will have to go too. He is your Beta," he answered as I averted my gaze from him. He knew that I would choose the camp; that's why he even brought up the topic. It was obvious how he wanted me to work out everything with that bastard. "Father, why are you trying to force me to reconcile with that bastard?" I asked seriously. "Because he is your cousin and Beta. He will forever be your right hand, so you need to work things out. How do you expect the pack to thrive more in the future when you two never get along?" he asked. "What's so good about the training camp anyway? I wanted to choose it so I can be far away from Larson and other th

Amelia's POV: "It's in the best interest of the pups that we start up a little training field for them," Angelina said. "Let me get this straight, you want the pups to undergo daily exercise and training?" I asked seriously. "Yes, Auntie. Just think about it. Not only will their day be occupied with fun, they will get to be strong," she answered with a wide smile. "No, that's not happening," I answered simply as her smile faded. "What?" she asked. "I said no. When you were a pup, you had your fun and enjoyed the freedom that came with it. No one put you up for exercises or training, and that's exactly what I want the pups to experience. A life of freedom and fun like you had," I answered as she frowned. She was about to say something when Roxanne and Jersey appeared a few meters away from us. I frowned, then quickly rushed to her side and embraced her. "Roxanne," I called in a greeting whisper when I pulled back and looked at her face. "Hello, Mother," she said happily. "Wh

Roxanne's POV: I stood there, looking at him in concern for a few minutes. When he sat upright and slowly stood up, his body was trembling. He opened his mouth to say something but shut it when he looked behind me. He quickly ran into the pack house, surprising me. "Wow, he really is scared of you," I whispered softly to Jersey, then turned back and looked at the car that was approaching us. By the scent, I could tell it was Garren. "Not me, he is more afraid of my master," she answered. I quickly rushed to the car once it had parked. I grabbed the door and opened it. Garren looked at me, then got out. As soon as his feet touched the ground, I jumped on him with tears filling my eyes. I couldn't believe he was actually here, in my arms. "Did you miss me that much?" he asked. "More than anything," I answered in a cracked voice and held him tighter as he wrapped his arms around me and moved with me to where Jersey was standing. "Master, welcome," she greeted. "Thank you, Jers