Ximena
I decided to go to the training field in the pack where Mark and a few guards were training. “Someone is pissed, did anyone step on your tail?” He teased me and I smiled softly.
“How’s the training going?” I asked and he shrugged. “They’re not bad, not just good enough. The alpha seems to be like the only one who was well trained, the rest feels like they skipped most of their training.” He answered.
“This is where most of the problems are coming from I guess, a bad foundation, a faulty border— I’m still in shock that this whole pack isn’t in shambles yet.” I replied and he exhaled.
“It seems like we’ve got one hell of a job to do here. Do you know what the deal could’ve been? I mean why would the Alpha send his guards to help another pack, especially one like The Armstrong pack
