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.

hoped that I would be able to prove him wrong the next day.

Mate, our Gamma and our Beta. I saw the

to the center, 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

good he was and that no one could beat him. He calls me to the center as well and tells Andy that I think

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

I cannot withstand the urge to stick out my tongue, which makes my Father laugh

use every time he was sparring with one

lunges at me. I step to the left and let

his ribs crack as my fist connects with his cage. He falls face down to the ground

pain, the Pack–Doctor rushes over and my Father stands next to me within

ribs and one of them had punctured his lung. After that it was done with his bragging, because one of the girls had filmed the “fight” and everyone in the Pace had seen it by

me in to the class with sixteen year old’s and after a year my trainer put in a

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was commander of my own Squad and the best

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quiet after I finish speaking and I see shock on every face. I chuckle, because this is the response I always get, when someone finds out a part

think I am more than capable of holding my own during a fight. I believe the question should be, are

laughter and soon the men follow. The rest of the way is spent in an amicable atmosphere and time

to reach the hide–out and one of

I have my own weapons and from the side of my back–pack I get a set of daggers, a birthday present