A Gamma's Revenge by Ylyanah

Chapter 172

Izzy’s POV.

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Finished

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

got to the training fields I saw my Father, our Alpha with his Mate, our Gamma and our Beta. I saw the worried looks on their faces and

not think that I was ready. Evie chuckled in my head, because she could not wait to put that arrogant

always bragged about how good he was and that no one could beat him. He calls me to the center as well

Evie leaves me in control, because we both want him to underestimate

the urge to stick out my tongue, which

seen my Father use every time he was sparring with one

I don’t have to wait too long before he lunges at me.

fist connects with his cage. He falls face down to the ground and you can hear a pin drop as everyone holds

the Pack–Doctor rushes over and my Father stands next

one of the girls had filmed the “fight” and everyone in the Pace

and after a year my trainer put in a request to

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commander of my own Squad and the best

Finished

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

during a fight. I believe the question should be, are

and soon the men follow. The rest of the way is spent in an

and one of the men asks what kind of weapon I

the side of my back–pack I get a set of daggers, a birthday