Chapter 7

Sam's POV

As I watched them train, we each measured their level of combat, and how each warrior fought and what their strong points were. One thing I realized was that there were people who were less suited for battle and more suited for tracking or other positions within the pack.

We trained until two in the afternoon. After the training session, I warned them that if anyone was late to training the next day, I would not be merciful. I discussed with my warriors, which warriors should be reassigned to better suiting positions.

As we discussed, Matthew barged in like a ragging bull. "Sam, I know you're angry, but please, I'll show you that I am the best thing that'll happen to you, just come back to me." I sighed. This bafoon had no sense of self-awareness and too much self-assurance that I would come back. "Matthew, don't bother, I already told you I would not come back to you, and it stays the same, "I HAVE ACCEPTED YOUR REJECTION, so stop pestering me." I waved my hand at William, and he pushed out a protesting Matthew, though it was kind of funny of him to try and contour William in such a lamenting way.

Once our distraction was out of the way, we finished redistributing the various professions of each wolf. By the time we were done, it was already dark. I decided to shift and take a little flight around the territory. Two of you are to follow me to make sure no one is following, and one of you should should guard my bedroom door and make sure no one gets in.

With that, I transformed into a miniature form of my phoenix, which was the size of an eagle. I took flight, and I felt truly at home in the skies and started to do some acrobacy to stretch my wings. At some point, without realizing, I crossed the territory line. As I flew in unfamiliar skies, I looked down and saw a wolf that was injured. By the looks of it, I flew away from my gaurds, and they were too far away for me to yell without attracting attention. I knew how to defend myself, and I knew I'd be able to defend the wolf and I. I flew down, and as the wolf smelled me, it started to get up, though injured, and tried to defend itself. I knew it didn't see me, I went behind a tree and shifted back.

As I approached, the wolf took a defensive stance, "I won't hurt you. I am here to help you." With that, the wolf seemed to calm down. I inspected the wolf and saw that it broke two ribs, fractured a leg, and its nose was broken. I put the nose back and to place and healed the rest of his body just enough so that it would be able to get back to where it came from. Once I finished, I took a look at the wolf's face. As our eyes met, it felt as if the whole world just for us. I realized that this wolf was actually a shifter, a werewolf, to be exact. It was most likely a powerful one to be able to control its size like that. Most wolves are big, but this one is the size of your average wolf you'd see in a zoo. "If you could tell no one about my being here, I'll repay the favor if we meet again."

I went back into the woods and shifted as quickly as I could before the werewolf could follow and see what I was. I hope they won't rat me out. As I flew back, I saw my guard, "Why weren't you following me?" I asked in the minndlink as we flew back. "We were until something just seemed to hold us back, we tried to go around it, but we just couldn't get on that territory, so we here and hoped that you would come back." While listening, I found it weird to have a barrier but not uncommon. "Well, let's get back before anyone notices my absence."

We got back, but I was still thinking about that werewolf in the woods. Who was it? Why was it injured? Who or what caused those injuries? Those are questions that I may never have the answers to. I got into bed and went to sleep with the thought of that wolf in my mind. Maybe I'll see him again one day.