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Brad. I’ve decided what I want to do. I don’t care how the Moonsdales feel about it but my decision has been made already. I am in the central training area for wolf trainees which typically consists of a large, open floor space that provides ample room for movement, drills, and sparring. I take a look at Adrien who is sparring with a sandbag at the corner. I pick up a stick from the equipment section and I head over to Adrien. I watch his form, his technique and practice method. Years ago, we used to train together with our trainee master and after Thorn, Adrien always headed the fight. One thing I knew about him is how strong the power of his family runs and how they offered support to Thorn to be Alpha of the pack. After the bloodshed that killed his parents too, Adrien left the pack