Rejection on the Full Moon (Rejection Series) Chapter 27

Growls and gasps fill the training field as some wolves who instantly recognize me begin to lunge at me, their intent to capture me as my flame-like fur gives away my identity as Fire Foot. I simply dodge each wolf, finding amusement in their antics while they struggle to even lay just one finger on me. A loud, angry snarl floats over the group, and my pursuers stop suddenly, a look of fear filling their eyes while they scramble to return to the group. I roll my eyes and glare at Dominic for ruining my fun, then trot to stand beside him. I knew better than to continue to piss off an already angry Alpha.

"Amberle is the she-wolf I chose to bring here for the sole purpose of training every last one of you, with the intent to make her the Head Tracker of this pack. I have watched her personally kill eleven Soulless, who were the strongest I have ever fought against, and she saved my life in the process. I trust her even if she did loot our pack in the past, but she never caused any harm to us. None of you know what being a Rogue is like, so we can't blame her. Instead, we should be thanking her for agreeing to train us all to be stronger, especially considering none of you have ever caught her, nor can any of you match up to her." Dominic's voice is loud as he directs his speech to the crowd. A look of shame crosses the group's faces as their Alpha berates them. Power and anger radiate from Dominic and waves of disappointment fill his eyes.

"Alpha Dominic is right. None of us, not even I, could capture Amberle in the past. We need her to strengthen us so we can keep our position as the number one pack in Ontario." I felt touched by Christian's words, who smiles a wolfish grin as he places a hand on Dominic's shoulder, visibly calming down his Alpha. I can see why Christian is Dominic's Beta. They complimented each other, and Christian knew what he needed to do to keep Dominic calm. It reminded me of how Blue and my Father were in the past.

"So, when do we start, Miss Amberle?" Christian asks after a period of silence has filled the crowd. I send a wink his way before darting off into the trees without warning, my paws digging into the soft earth while I dodge trees and shrubbery.

"I think she means now." I hear someone say before the sounds of pursuit follow. I couldn't help but laugh as best as I can in wolf form, rolling my eyes at how slow the Hunters and Trackers are. Heck, even Dominic and Christian are a pair of idiots, considering I took off from right beside them. You would think an Alpha and his Beta would be smarter than this, but nope. It took a wolf pointing out that my running away meant to start. I was starting to realize why looting them was so easy a few months ago.

I took this lead time from my head start to go directly to the creek, just ahead from the training ground, running through the water to get rid of my scent trail. Once I feel like they will have a hard time following me, I scan my surroundings until I find the low-hanging branch of a sturdy birch tree and quickly hop onto it. I continue to climb up a couple of branches until part of me is well-hidden with the bright leaves and settle down to watch below me. Soon, the group crashes through the bushes, stopping for a moment to stare in all directions. Some sniff the air heavily to catch my scent.

"Where the hell did she go?" Christian's cry of frustration reaches my ears, and I fight back laughter. Man, this brought back memories of him trying to capture me when I first started looting this pack. I could see the gears moving behind Dominic's eyes as he scans the forest. The sad part is many were searching the ground while some were sniffing in case the breeze brings my scent to them.

"Remember, she's a top Tracker." Dominic reminds the group, looking at the Trackers mostly.

"What's the main hiding spot that you all use, the way you take when tracking rogues?" He asks. It's a smart question to ask, and silently I do a little cheer for the Alpha. Maybe he isn't as stupid as I thought he was. The group of Trackers stop their movement as some look around confused. They definitely needed more training.

"Quick, search the trees. I remember Ashlee said Trackers use the trees since they are faster." My eyes go to the she-wolf with pink-tipped hair. She was short, maybe five foot three inches tall, with a lithe build. I had a feeling that she would be a great Tracker with a little more training. Eyes continue to search, this time everyone looking into the trees in hopes of spotting me. I stay still and wait in my hiding spot, waiting to see just how sharp these wolves are. The pink-tipped wolf walks forward and comes to stand beside the green Mohawk wolf, their gazes trained on the trees above the creek. It was clear to see the gears were turning as I stare into their eyes, waiting to see which one of them would spot me first.

"There, I see her." Pink-tipped wolf says as her eyes widen with excitement, and she points at the birch tree I'm relaxing in. I lift a paw and wave before taking off, quickly hopping from branch to branch. The sounds of branches bending with the weight of a body indicate a few wolves have joined me in the trees, but their movements were slow and clumsy. I knew instantly I would have to focus on their skills in navigating through branches. The scent of fresh water slowly fills the air, and the scene of a lake greets me. Focusing more energy into my legs, I leap off the final branch. Twisting my body to the left, I dive straight into the safety of a lake, making sure I am deep under the water. Shadows pass by in the trees above, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. The wolves chasing me did not stop to sniff the air to make sure they were on my trail and instead bypass me and the lake altogether.