ALPHA MANUEL POV
The arrow hit dead center.
Then another. And another.
Six arrows. Six bullseyes. In under ten seconds.
"Show off," Mitch said from behind me. Then added quickly, "Alpha Manuel."
I smiled. "Jealous?"
"Always. Alpha Manuel." He walked closer in that careful way he had. Steps measured. Never rushing. Examined the target from exactly three feet away. Like always. "You know most wolves can't even SEE that far. Let alone hit it."
"Most wolves aren't hunters."
"Most wolves didn't grow up starving on the worst land in the territory either." He paused. Counted under his breath. One. Two. Three. Then looked at me directly. "Mitch. Is there a point to this conversation?"
"Yes Alpha Manuel"
He always asked permission before changing topics. One of his patterns.
"Mitch you d
