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.

pissed and hoped that I would be able

our Beta. I saw the worried looks on their faces and I had to make

Andy to the center, the best in this class and I knew he really did not think that I was

center as well and tells Andy that I think I am ready for more than he

toddler.” Evie leaves me in

tongue, which makes my Father laugh

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

then I wait for Andy to make his first move and I don’t have to wait too long before he lunges at me.

down

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

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

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

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commander of my own Squad

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shock on every face. I chuckle, because this is the response I always get, when someone finds out a part of my story

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

goes in to a fit of laughter and soon the men follow. The rest

to reach the hide–out and one of the men asks what kind of weapon I prefer.

and from the side of my back–pack I get a set of daggers, a birthday present from my Father. I never leave home without them.