The Beta's Blind Date
I need to make sure I say everything correctly, that I use the precise wording stated in the law’s text, otherwise, my challenge will be void.
Pack members — mainly warriors, but a few trainees like myself — begin to fill the space of the large, clean, gray, white, and blue kitchen, grabbing bananas or protein bars and filling up their water bottles. Other than a cursory nod or a polite wave hello, most of them pay little attention to me, even though I am not a full warrior. Not yet, at least. But trainees may attend up to two warrior trainings a week — a stipulation I take full advantage of — so they are all used to seeing me among their ranks on occasion.
Although I haven’t attended one in