Rochelle
I sat inside a jeep and refused to look at my mother as we pulled away. I glanced at the huge man taking up most of the backseat next to me wondering who he was. His face was hardened in a way that I’ve never seen before and couldn’t help but wonder what could make anyone look like that. My journey is just beginning, and I know that being a warrior is the only thing I have left, the only thing that matters, the only thing that will make me happy.
The man that sat next to me on the journey eyed me suspiciously, “how old are you?”
My eyes narrowed at him, “17, why?”
He shook his head, “no wolf yet and you’re coming now, you know we don’t care if you have a wolf or not, the training is going to be as if you do.”
“That’s not an issue for me, I’ll have my wolf on Tuesday to be exact, plan on throwing me a party now,” I scoffed.
His brow arched, “not at all, you probably won’t make it to Tuesday, if you make it an hour I’ll be impressed.”
A smug smirk curved on my lips, “get ready to be impressed then,” I turned my head from him.
The driver chuckled and the man next to me grunted, “something funny up there, Ralph.”
Ralph replied, “nothing at all, Alpha Christen.” My body stiffened on its own as the realization hit me, this guy sitting next to me is an Alpha. I turned involuntarily as my eyes widened and my mouth went slack, staring at him.
He narrowed his eyes at me, “what, why do you look like that now? Haven’t you ever seen an Alpha before?”


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