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Training

Augusts POV:

    Being the Chief Warrior for the pack was not given to me. In fact, I had fought with mother for weeks and eventually fought the former Head Warrior. Many underestimated me which gave me the greatest advantage of all.

Being a female.

I stand in front of the pack formation I have perfected over the past year. Everyone was stretching as I smile proudly and start warm-ups.

"Unit 1-3 run the pack boarder in Human form, do not disturb the guards. Go!" I demand. They all take off in order.

I am now stuck with the Oder recruits that have been here longer. Unit 1-3 are newbies and 4-6 are upperclassmen and women.

"Pair up and start defense drills, I will be monitoring each pair. If I see a different match better suited I will make that change. Begin!" My voice echos through the fields.

I look over at the chocolate brown eyes that were staring at me.

"Do I need to put you to work?" I ask playfully.

"You can but at the moment I would like to look at my beautiful and strong mate." My heart swells. His lips turn into a goofy grin.

"Go run with the other units first." I said dead serious.

His face drops. "The pups?" He questions.

"Yes, I need to treat you like any other wolf I train." I give him a pointed look. I know he will catch up to them quick. He could do laps around those pups.

"Yes ma'am." He shakes his head and takes off. Heat rose within me and my throat hitched.

Focus.

I walk around the units. My eyes wander to Samson and Tylee getting aggressive with their defense tactics. I walk closer and here them both grunt at each tactic. One partner is supposed to be attack and the other defense and then switch but from here I can tell the pair is simply attacking one another.

"Hey! What exactly do you two think you're doing directly disobeying my orders." I command an answer.

They break away at my voice and pant breathlessly. They look at each other with hatred. Tylee then looks at me with a glimpse of regret while Samson simply keeps looking at her.

"I don't want my senior class students fighting like pups. Get yourselves together or I will resign you both." With one more look I walk away.

The only reason I didn't separate them now is because they were good practice partners having opposite approaches to fighting skills.

I approach other students and assign them new partners. Some weren't living up to their potential with the old partners.

"Alright, listen up!" Their heads snap to mine and are in form again. "Next, I will demonstrate weapons."

I pick up a silver blade with a black handle. I twirl it around my fingers and stand at the opposite field of the targets.

"Blade throwing was taught to all of you in junior class. Now we will be learning with unbalanced and advanced weapons. This includes with greater distances and higher risk. Instead of metal knives, silver knives are going to be used."

Everyone looks around nervously others excitedly. Whispers broke out as well as gasps. I shut them all up by throwing the unbalanced blade at the targets.

The targets split with a loud crack throughout the field. Bullseye.

"Now. Pick up your blade and begin." Everyone follows my command as I watch them form lines across the field.