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.

my Father, our Alpha with his Mate, our Gamma and our Beta. I saw the worried

class and I knew he really did not think that I was ready. Evie chuckled in my head, because

him. He calls me to the center as well and tells Andy that I think I am ready for more than he has been

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

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

use every time he was sparring with

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

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

he cries out in pain, the Pack–Doctor rushes over and my Father

was done with his bragging, because one of the girls had filmed the “fight” and

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

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

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face. I chuckle, because this is

more than capable of holding my own during a fight. I believe the question

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

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

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