Blake
“Five more laps!”, I yelled out to the warriors who had just began warming up for training. All of them had shown up bright eyed and eager to showcase their improvements over the last month. Asher stood next to me, focused on the warriors as they ran laps. He was unusually quiet, it was evident that something was pestering his wolf. I focused my attention on my brown clipboard, reviewing the drills that Asher had chosen for today’s final practice before the other packs arrived.
“Faster! It’s called warm up, not cool down,” he shouted, his nerves radiating off of him frantically. He began to pace up and down the field. I could feel his wolf clawing at the surface to shift and quickly concluded that he was in no mood to play games today.
“Asher!”, I called out to him, grabbing his a
