Alpha Callihan Martin's POV
Bob Turner and I were training in the field, shooting down bottles from a distance. It was good sport and we indulged in it often. Bob had sharper eyes and so made a better marksman.
"You should have been a f*****g eagle." I said when he took down another row of bottles.
Turner laughed.
"Well,the fated thought it better to make me a man." This time I laughed. We had met in training camp some four winters ago,the season we both turned sixteen and had our first real shift. We struck up a friendship from then.
"Let's take a break." I suggested.
"Yeah, it's much needed. My arms are cramping."
We walked down to the bottom of the hill and sat, sharing a bottle of whiskey between us. We were in my territory this time,among my people. We rotated
