. . . Flashback . . .
“No matter what happens, you cannot reveal your identity to the enemy. Even if your name is known at some point, you should never mention our pack or the place where you came from. Do you understand, Naya?”
Naya faced her father. She had just finished training the rest of the Midnight Seven who were slacking when Beta Alfredo came by. He arrived with his companion from the Alpha’s official head hunters.
Naya knew how much her father valued time.
“I understand,” she said with her head lowered.
Beta Alfredo glanced down at Naya. In the past months, he had seen how hard Naya trained and got praise from his companions. The top generals of their pack always asked Beta Alfredo how he could raise such a remarkable kid. Nevertheless, training and pack competitions w
