The shopping trip started with a level of chaos only four teenage wolves could provide. Leo, Sarah, Toby, and Jax were practically vibrating as they piled into the pack’s nondescript black van. They were the lucky few, the "victors" of the morning's stealth training, though their "victory" mostly consisted of not being mocked as loudly as the others.
Behind them, the rest of the juvenile squad watched with burning envy. They were already huddled together, whispering about extra training sessions and scent-masking techniques. If the Alpha’s mate wanted stealth, they would become ghosts; they wanted that gaming console, but more than that, they wanted to be the ones sitting in that van next time.
Anthony, true to form, looked like he was being led to a firing squad rather than a shopping
