A Gamma's Revenge by Ylyanah

Chapter 170

Izzy’s POV

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It’s been four months since I left home and I have visited seven Pack’s from my list so far. When I talked to Stephan about a month ago, he told me that I had been successful in evading camera’s on my way.

And that Dagmar and Jenna only pop in to his office when they have business in the Tech–building. Jordan still shows up every day and now he also talks with Stephan about other things than just me.

I asked him about my Father and my replacement, turns out Dagmar took over my Squad and I was glad.

she did.

My Father was a different story, he had turned in to a grumpy man and most of the Pack avoided my Father if they could. The only one he spends any time with is the last person I expected, Jordan.

Apparently my absence affected my Father a great deal and

then he told me that my Father sits by the pond nearly every day and that Jordan keeps him company.

Part of me wants to reach out and let him know that I am fine, but the other part of me doesn’t want to, afraid he might talk me in to coming home.

I am walking through a forest on my way to the next Pack on my list, when voices drift in my direction.

and smell

and they are challenging one and other

it reminds her of the mountain–wall

and I are creeping closer to the training fields even though I know that Father does

and Gamma James are shouting at the men to climb faster and that is when Stephan

the others do, every

climbing everything I could and Stephan kept track of my time. The buildings

told Stephan that I would limb

I was nuts and that my Father would kill me if he

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he climb up the wall, over and

left, we walked towards the wall and Sphan sat

up the wall as fast I could Being only nine years old I was so focused on my task that I didn’t notice that one of the Warriors had returned for his shirt and I did not notice the

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my head, telling me I

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off, but I blamed it on excitement. Slamming my hand on the top of the wall I yelled “Beat ya.” and turned

take the path down the mountain. But I wouldn’t be me if I did that, so I ignored him and climbed

my eyes to the ground, because I know I am in trouble. My Father puts his index- finger under my chin and makes me look up at

whispers before he pulls me in to a hug. And I can’t resist the urge and whisper in his car “I beat you