Being a beta was a riot. A wolf that didn’t have a strong heart would not survive the first week of assignments. Heck, they wouldn’t even survive the first week of training with Warrior Chan.
For the third time that day, I shifted. My bones cracked and joined but the pain was at the back of my tumultuous mind. I didn’t take off my clothes this time too – my shorts ripped as I shifted into my wolf form. My alpha was behind me in the process – a magnificent white wolf, galloping to the borders. It didn’t take long for her to leave me in the dust. When I got to the scene, she was pulling on a shirt.
I shifted back once I saw her, stomach rolling.
“The files are gone. Whoever did this took them.” Warrior Chan said in a grave voice.
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