REDMOON PACK
TAMLIN
"Hazel, for a gamma aspiring to be a tracer, you are just too slow," Tamlin said between breaths.
"What do you mean?" the little brunette wondered, her face falling.
"Two minutes for a shift is too long. You have to trust yourself and let go the moment you're in the air," Tamlin replied, stepping closer.
It had been three days since Tamlin began her duty as a scent tracer. She hadn't expected the job to be this boring, with only a few cases of disappearances to handle. So when her father proposed she train the young hunters and tracers part-time, she had squealed at the opportunity.
Now, here she was at the pack's academy, training the level ones. It was a surprise to learn she was an idol to most of the children. They aspired to be like her, and she was determin
