Allison.
She left the pack the next day with her two brothers. They wanted to race with her at full wolfen speed to see who was faster her or them. So she raced them to their school. It wasn’t that far from the pack's borders, only 8 miles, and there was a well-worn track from the pack to the school that only the pack use.
She’d told the troop what she was doing and where she was going, but not anyone else inside the pack. She beat them and stood waiting by the school gate, smiled at them. “Too slow.” She smiled.
They’d both huffed, and she’d laughed. “You’re not fully realized to your bloodline yet. We’ll try again in two years, hey. But I wouldn’t hold your breath, I can keep up with the royal unit.”
“You’ve really met him, hey, the king of wolves?” Thomas asked.
“I have, many times
