"You can't make me do that or anything!" Mia yells, her face inches from mine as her rage filled eyes glare at me. I sigh, tired of her high and mighty attitude as wolves surround us. I could see my wolves tensing, ready to step in and attack if need be. I signal for them to hold off as Mia continues her rant about how she is the Head Tracker and doesn't need any training. Apparently, Mia is the best Tracker in Forest Paw, and being the Head Tracker I would hope so. But she had deliberately been late to the training session, and then ignored me to try and flaunt her "assets" at my pack mates. This led to me pushing her fake-tanned body into the slush below, where her skimpy white workout clothes were promptly ruined by the slush. Everyone else had been on time, and some were even early t
