The most formidable Alpha in the world, feared by rogues and the image of discipline, a barely five foot, young brunette?
Coral Martinez seems like your typical warm, fuzzy, Hispanic, young lady but this young woman is anything but warm and fuzzy...
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And that is Ezra's wolf.
The morning went well. After a long discussion about assigning roles to the warrior troop, Ezra and I weaved our way into a conversation about training.
"So, is every pack member entitled to train here?" Ezra asked Coral, a hint of a smile on his face, indicating the slight amusement he felt when he saw her eyes light up at the mention of her pack or when he heard her groan at the sound of training.
"Well all pack members are required to start a four month training programme when they turn sixteen after which they may or may not wish to continue to train. Our trainers are always at their disposal." Coral responded tactfully.
"And exactly where do these trainers come from?" Ezra asked, his curiosity growing with every word. Or rather, his want to hear her voice even if it meant that he made a total fool of himself.
"They can volunteer to train and these members are paid for their contribution handsomely. Why, are you thinking of becoming one?"
"Not really", Ezra admitted but later added, "Though I would have loved to be one if I had a chance".
"Come on, it's getting a little late and I'm hungry. Do you mind if we stop by to have lunch?" Coral stated truthfully.
"Not at all, lead the way." Ezra's smile widened as he heard her speak lovingly of the food. He wouldn't actually admit to anyone but he was flattered when she suggested that he should join her for her meal.
"You coming or what?" A goofy grin slipped her face as she saw his dazed expression, "I haven't got all day and I'm famished. Macy's is calling my name."
She lead him to the pack house and grabbed a wallet before walking to her car. She wasn't like the usual females that he had encountered, not really. She didn't drive a sleek car or a beetle, nope, she drove a black range rover. She didn't wait for him to open her side of the door and take control by driving, instead, she opened his side of the door before proceeding to the driver's side.
"Hop in princess" she winked at him before lifting her tiny index finger to shut his mouth. Ezra wordlessly slipped into the passenger seat before buckling his seat belt.
"So exactly where are we going?" Ezra questioned, slightly annoyed by how clueless he was.
"Macy's. It's an amazing bistro type food bar. They have the most amazing food there, you have to try it." She gushed out before realizing that he was letting her guard slip when it came to him. For the next few minutes of the car ride no words were spoken. Ezra passed his time observing Coral's posture while she looked straight ahead. Ezra was slightly shaken awake when the car came to a stop.
"We're hear princess." She snickered loudly inducing a groan from the accompanying party.
"For Pete's sake, will you stop?" Ezra moaned. It was then that he noticed the welcoming signboard of Macy's and the smell of hamburgers wafting towards him.
