The Lion Tracker's Guide To Life Novels & Stories

“Well, you're right to do so. Anyway, let me teach you the basics on what it means to be a trainer.” “Go ahead,” I said and crouched down to the floor. “To be a tracker means to know the secrets of the woods. Finding out both danger and treasure is the job of a tracker.” “I know.” I said. “To find out information without being caught is what it means to be a tracker. For example, finding out the rougues headquarters and reporting to the stationary in command such as the Beta or the trackers' leader.” “You seem to know a lot about being a tracker. However, it's quite more than words can say. You need to be active, your body needs to know exactly what to do at each given time. Get up,”

I asked cautiously. He looked at me directly. “The pup. The boy taken from you. There’s a trail still.” I froze. My heart slammed against my ribs. “There’s what?” Tavin asked, stepping closer. “I am known by many names,” the old wolf said, “but to some, I am just the Tracker. I was born with the old gift, to follow the pulse of life through time and scent, through blood and earth.” Tavin exchanged a skeptical glance with Mama. But I stood.

Salem said, "Before I shapeshifted, Lisa and I lived on the streets. A gang nearly took me. She rushed over and hugged me tight, crying out loud to draw attention. That's why they reluctantly left me be and ran. She's my savior. "Yes, you're my owner, but she saved my life. I didn't dare accept your kindness because Lisa dislikes you. That time in the tent, I truly thought it was you. I hoped it was you. But when I opened my eyes and saw her, I felt lost.

“You know….. I have a strong sense of awareness of my surroundings. But I only just recently felt that someone was watching me. I must say you’re good” “It needs to be like that since I am a tracker. The best tracker of the Moonstone Pack” And here I thought the best of them was those men who shot me when I escaped the first time. I smirked, nodding. That’s why I didn't even notice anything. Even a f*cking scent or sound. She was a tracker. Damn. Lycan trackers exceeded my expectations. “I see. That makes sense. So, what are you doing revealing all that to me”

I said pointing to my nose. "Hundreds of scents will litter the whole forest. Your not a tracker for a reason Liv, you suck at it. You will get lost and maybe even stumble out of the territory if you go too far. You are not familiar with these lands." "That will only happen if there's no one on patrol. Alpha Dimitri wouldn't leave the outskirts of his pack unguarded now would he," I said matter of factly.

Kathy asked. “Yes; and the fact that that is the only place I am confident there is no traitor,” Kaspian added. With the current dominance of the Undead Race, it would be naive to think the Beastmen free from tumors. There were moles within the clans and Kaspian had even uncovered a few in his stay here. Some he had dealt with, others he had judged that it was better to leave them be. The only place he was sure that there was no traitor was the Lion King tribe. At least if there was a traitor there, that person was of such a low level that he or she didn’t receive any vital information.

It's not fair! “Life in general is an unfair thing,” Stanislav said in the same tone, without reacting to my speech in any way. - Well, let's say I teach you something. Where are you going to run if, as you said yourself, you are in a cage? Stupid question! As soon as I learn to switch, Bestia and I will find the territory of our former community and wait for Arthur. He leaves the flock periodically, and I will be able to wait for him without drawing attention to myself. I am sure that I can return the memory of me to my beloved! My sapphire wolf will definitely figure everything out, and we will be together!

Trent's voice carried a hint of concern as he shared the news. "Hunter encountered a school of whites and other dangerous creatures in a frenzy. He's currently pinned down, waiting for an opportunity to find a safer path," Trent informed them, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and caution. Joe couldn't help but be amazed by Trent's connection with Hunter, their scout who was venturing ahead of them. It was as if they shared a telepathic link, allowing them to communicate even at a distance. Tritan's curiosity mirrored Joe's, prompting him to seek clarification.

Even though the threat was great, there was comfort in knowing that the guardian wolves were always there for me, always protecting me. “Am I able to go out? I would really like to go get some coffee and maybe visit with Talia and Vivian.” I turned back from the sink, having finished the dishes. Keith was standing in the doorway, occupying the entire space. Keith laughed, the smile and laugh reaching his bright blue eyes. The more I was around my guardian wolves, and the more I talked with Vivian, the more that I understood the need to control my emotions. Keith was very good looking, and I could very easily allow my emotions to take control and overpower me.

The girl murmured with a shiver. “No. He was my partner. The thing killed him. I think it might be gone, though.” “Are you human?” She asked breathily. “I’m not. We’re state trackers. Humans are hunters. Trackers are supernaturals who are trying to help control the bad supernaturals.” He explained. Humans rarely learned about things that didn’t affect them, like the difference between hunters and trackers. He didn’t mind. Explaining things was actually relaxing him. Though he was still on guard, he wasn’t jumpy anymore.