Sixteen Years Later... Quin's POV The sharp crack of wooden swords echoed across the training grounds as I ducked beneath my father's attack, sweeping my leg towards his feet. He effortlessly jumped over it before spinning around and lightly tapping the tip of his wooden sword against my shoulder. "Dead," Dad smirked. I groaned, lowering my sword with an exaggerated sigh. "You always say that." "Because you always leave your left side open." "I do not." "You just did." I rolled my eyes as he tossed me a water bottle. "You know, one of these days I'm actually going to beat you." He grinned, taking a drink from his own bottle. "I hope so." About twelve years ago, Mom decided her healing abilities were needed more by the pack than at the hospital. So, she left it in Uncle Quinton's capable hands, as she always says, and we all moved to Dart Legion Village. I grew up around humans. All my friends were human. But at the village, everyone was a werewolf, and everything was a c
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