Chapter 14

I had never been attacked before. Even during pack training they would nearly always have me sit out, mainly because I brought more harm to myself than my opponent. It's not like I didn't try, I just wasn't any good at it. The only moves I knew where taught by my dad, and they were basically 'get the hell out of the way' moves. In our pack I was the scent catcher. Uncommon for wolves with no Alpha blood to have such a good sense of smell, I was proud of my skill. Though it was kind of pathetic that as a wolf, I couldn't fight. Probably just another reason for your mate to reject you, I told myself sourly. Too lost in thought I almost missed it when a sudden breeze of cool air ruffled my fur and I opened my eyes to find the brown wolf no longer towering over me. Through my blurred sight, I could faintly make out two wolves thrashing around. The brown wolf that had attacked me was being held down by the throat by another wolf. And wow,