My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

This was something I was working with our pups back home since they have only slightly better than human senses before they get their wolf. I figured it was something most packs do, apparently not. “It’s a field skill that we teach later, you two just started and haven’t gotten that far in your very messed up and back-ass-wards training schedule.”

“But, it’s not us tracking though is it?” I finally speak up. He will not use this as an excuse to delay longer. Mina is right, I want my brand and I want to actually be able to help with this mission. “We aren’t allowed more than ten feet from you. We are just the distraction, the bait.

So what is stopping those who have been trained to track without scent?’ Sarcasm is dripping off of me now. It’s really not his fault, he’s trying to protect us, but I’m done with the delays and the idea of being stuck here, inside for days while also being delayed put me in an instant bad mood.

sending someone here. He agrees with the two of you, and it’s time to get this done. We have to let the storm hit and settle, but as soon as she

takes two days?”

call trials, but you sit in a quiet room for 10 hours reflecting on your time in training, coming to terms with giving up access to your mate while you wear the brand, meditating on being a devoted servant to the king, crap like that. Well, it’s not crap

the ocean. A spell has been worked in to allow you to shift without tearing through your clothes, we can also minimize our scent to appear more closely to human. And the rest of the warriors can sense where you are,

Mina’s and my jaws drop open. “So there is a way to magically get rid of your scent?” Mina screeches.

get rid of