Growls and gasps fill the training field as some wolves who instantly recognize me begin to lunge at me, their intent to capture me as my flame-like fur gives away my identity as Fire Foot. I simply dodge each wolf, finding amusement in their antics while they struggle to even lay just one finger on me. A loud, angry snarl floats over the group, and my pursuers stop suddenly, a look of fear filling their eyes while they scramble to return to the group. I roll my eyes and glare at Dominic for ruining my fun, then trot to stand beside him. I knew better than to continue to piss off an already angry Alpha.
"Amberle is the she-wolf I chose to bring here for the sole purpose of training every last one of you, with the intent to make her the Head Tracker of this pack. I have watched her per
