The Lion Tracker's Guide To Life Novels & Stories

Jayden smirks and pitches in, "It's like our equivalent to the FBI or CIA. You have Sentries which are like guards and peacekeepers. And then the Trackers are more specific to capturing criminals, Rogues, or missing Wolves. And then you have Hunters-which are few and far between, and kinda controversial. They're assassins, to put it: tit simply." "Wow," I whistle. She and I take a seat outside the candy shop while the kids rush inside, "Looks like there's still a lot I need to learn about the packs." She smiles and squeezes my hand. And then she and I go back to scanning the passing crowd. The Trackers are beyond anything or anyone I have seen. Even these novices are able to track down a sce

Blake: Natalia and I kept our eyes on the lion who growled. I had to fight back returning the growl as the two of us remained completely still, our breathing calm as the lion walked around us. My wolf was alert, but I knew that one wrong move could end up being catastrophic, and that was not something that I wanted to deal with. The last thing that we needed was to deal with such issues, and considering the fact that I knew that things only meant death here, I knew to be careful with what we were to do.

one of the other riders called. The hawk-faced woman didn’t answer. She dismounted, her movements fluid and efficient. She knelt, examining the ground. She was a tracker. Liora’s blood ran cold. They had been careful, but the earth held stories for those who knew how to read them. The tracker stood up, her gaze sweeping the grass where they lay. Her eyes narrowed. She took a step toward them. Ashiel’s body went rigid beside Liora. She could feel the power coiling inside him, a spring ready to unload. He was going to fight. He was going to reveal himself and bring down a storm of violence on these hunters to protect them.

But I have studied them over the past few weeks; they don’t give a damn about ‘keeping guard’ after 11pm. I duck behind an opulent fountain, statue angels pouring an endless stream of water. My heart is pounding so loudly in my chest I’m convinced they can hear it— and they would if they weren’t talking so much. Then they pass by, chatting and oblivious. I wait until their footsteps fade into soft echoes before emerging from my hiding place. I’m almost to the forest line when I sense it—another presence. It’s neither human nor wolf but something in between, a tracker. Panic surges within me; trackers are the pack’s specialized force, equipped to seek and find. If anyone could locate me, it w

The tracker opened his mind to mind link his team to their course of action. ‘Heighten your senses, deltas! We are not hunting a measly rogue or an epsilon. We are hunting a mad female wolf out for revenge! She grew up here! This forest is her fortress so beware! Everything and I mean every little damn thing in here can possibly kill us.’ The tracker of the team emphasized the key points. His voice is low as if he was afraid that even his mind link to his team could be heard by their prey. No. She was no prey. She was a predator and inside this forest, she was in her natural habitat – something that the tracker was nervous about.

Now, she disappeared, facing yet another challenge. If he was Shea, he wouldn't be confident that he would survive such a trial. “But then, another opportunity arises.” Wan continued to open his ears to listen. “The head of the lion tribe found that their children had been caught in the Underworld conspiracy while strolling in the Lion Park.” “Lion Park?” “Lion Park is basically the territory of the strongest lion clans in the Underworld. The head tribe left his children unsupervised assuming that it was the safest place for them to roam around.”

Not many, but how could Zillon be sure if he didn't look properly? Transforming back into his human form, he turned to his wolves. "Do you guys smell anything more?" The trackers shook their heads. "Then do you think something could be below it? It's rocky, but there's water down there. If I jump, there's a high chance of me getting hurt but I'm a wolf so there's also a high chance of me surviving." The lead tracker shifted back into human form as well, wanting to speak verbally to his alpha. "Yes, but there's nothing down there... Nobody could dwell in a place like that..."

She was a wolf, with Alpha blood in her, she could take care of herself. In this mood, he shouldn't have been chasing anyone. But he was, without shifting. Allowing the panther to guide his body through the thicket of trees, since it was already dark. He felt her animal more than he smelled her. Again, weird. Trackers were gifted with extraordinary senses and yet he could sense her presence in the forest. They were gifted with speed too. He pumped his legs harder, finding the balance between staying human or shifting hard to keep.

> Then she thought for a moment and wrote a second message, directly to Kit, which was something she had not done before in the year since his arrival at the camp: _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Dorin tells me you want to learn to track. Good instinct. The first thing you need to understand is that tracking is not about following something — it's about reading a story that the ground tells. Every print, every broken branch, every place where the frost is disturbed has a meaning. Your job is to learn the language. Start with the morning patrol circuit with Dorin. Look at the ground the whole time. Don't try to interpret anything yet — just look. Come back in a week and tell me what you noticed. — Z.

Chapter 11 - Training Blood Moon Wolves “Seriously, guys, it’s only been an hour, and you’re all out of breath. Ten kilometres should be a warm-up for Trackers.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the scene before me as I casually lean against the sturdy maple tree behind me. An hour ago, Dominic had called all of the Trackers and Trackers-in-training to the training field and introduced me to all of them as the Head Tracker candidate. At first, some questioned his decision to bring a rogue into the territory, but when he mentioned my name and the fact I owned Fire Heart Bakery and Gift Shop, they soon quieted down and gave me the respect of an Elite wolf.