A Gamma's Revenge by Ylyanah

Chapter 172

Izzy’s POV.

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On our way to the rogues hide–out, we go over the plan again and one of the men asks if I am sure I can

handle this.

The Alpha wants to say something, but I stop him with slight shake of my head. I decide to tell them something about the start of my training at the age of nine and my trainer.

He told me I was too little to fight a grown Werewolf or Lycan and for that reason he started my training with running and climbing.

By the time I was twelve I was the fastest runner in the Pack and I could shoot with a bow and arrow, hitting every mark.

But I wanted more and I kept watching my Father train and practiced what I saw. It took me another year to convince my trainer that I was ready for more.

He told me to report to the training fields the next morning to train with the sixteen year

old’s.

After dinner I heard him talking to our Alpha and my Father, he told them that I wanted to learn more and that he chose his class to teach me that I was not ready yet.

I would be able to prove

fields I saw my Father, our Alpha with his Mate, our Gamma and our Beta. I saw the worried looks on their faces and I had to make sure that I

the best in this class and I knew he really did not think that I was ready. Evie chuckled in my head, because she could not wait to put that arrogant pup his

to the center as

embarrassment, toddler.” Evie leaves me in control, because we both want him

the urge to stick out my tongue, which makes my Father laugh

I take a stance I had seen my Father use every time he was sparring with one of

wait too long before he lunges at me. I step to the left and let Evie push forward as

down to the ground and you can hear a pin drop

the Pack–Doctor rushes over and my Father stands next to me within a split

done with his bragging, because one of the girls had filmed the “fight” and everyone in the Pace had seen it by the end

year old’s and after a year my trainer put in

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Chapter 172

time I turned twenty–one I was commander of my own Squad and the best warrior our Pack

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every face. I chuckle, because this is

own during a fight. I believe the

The rest

half an hour to reach the hide–out and one of the men asks what kind of weapon

own weapons and from the side of my back–pack I get a set of daggers, a birthday present from my Father. I never leave