Allister’ pov I dodged left and took a claw to the ribs. The pain was sharp and immediate, but I barely felt it. I was too focused on the three wolves circling me, their teeth bared, their eyes hungry. The practice field was packed with pack members today. They had formed a wide circle around us, their cheers and shouts echoing off the training dummies and weapon racks. Three against one. My request. My stupidity. The first wolf lunged. I sidestepped and caught him by the scruff, throwing him into the second wolf. They tumbled together in a heap of fur and snarls. The third wolf tried to come at me from behind, but I heard his paws on the dirt. I spun around and met him head on, slamming my body into his and driving him to the ground. "Come on," I growled through my wolf's teeth. "Is that all you have?" The crowd loved it. I could hear them cheering my name, shouting encouragement, whistling through their fingers. But I could also hear the other stuff. The quiet stuff. The mutt
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