Chapter 17
Alpha Andrew’s POV Con’d
We are all cringing in sympathetic pain. Boris clears his throat. “I believe, Andrew, that your son’s mate, has thoroughly taught my son a lesson. His mate
looks up at him, her face has a multitude of expressions, like she couldn’t decide what to think at this point, but she wasn’t angry anymore, in fact, I think
she was feeling almost the same as her mate. I look at mine, the look is hesitant.
“I think…that I should agree with Boris on this dear, what about you? Looking at Boris and Lissanna 1 nod in affirmation. ‘I will still be giving him a lecture, I want to make sure he knows well how badly he messed up.” said Lissanna. “So he doesn’t ever make this mistake again?” asked my mate. “Exactly that Ember. Lissanna agrees. We fall silent for a while watching the rest of the Elite’s battle.
It got interesting, the top two ranking wolves were twins, and Serenity’s brothers. The boys were too evenly matched, and this resulted in a tie between them. When it came to battling her brothers for the top two ranks, Serenity forfeited, saying she was content with the third rank. Looking at her I believe if
she truly wanted to, she could have probably won first rank.
But to do that she would have to cause injury to her brothers, and I sensed that was something that little she–wolf couldn’t stand the thought of, looking at her brother I get the same sense. They wouldn’t ever hurt their sister in that way. Training was one thing, an actual battle was another.
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Ember pulls my arm and is pointing at the screen. Now that the Elite Class human fights were over, it was time for the Alpha class. “Look at Alora’s picture dear. I look up and I’m shocked. Alora is always in track pants and large hoodies, even in the middle of the worst heat of summer she would stay covered.
But in this picture, she’s not.
She’s in what looks like perfectly fine athletic shorts, they went to mid–thigh, and her top looked like any other sports top most of my female warriors wore to train in. I was just in shock at seeing her dressed like any of those other warrior she–wolves instead of covered up completely for the first time. But that wasn’t the only thing different.
She was pictured standing in my favorite fighter’s pose. One taught to me as a pup during my training, one I taught my boys, and the one I taught her. All her long hair pulled back out of her face in one high tail. Her eyes were glittering with her internal strength, an Alpha’s glare. When had she developed that look? This was not the little girl pup I’ve known, this was an Alpha she–wolf.
I look at Xena, she’s braced in a standing attack position. Her long claws spread her head low. Her muzzle forward, her mouth drawn back in a fierce snarl showing all her long, shiny, white fangs. Xena’s eyes, a glowing lavender, had the same Alpha’s glare her human had.
The combination of both side by side was a powerful image. “Darien took those photos.” Ember states. I look down at my mate. “How do you know?**
She laughs, “Mate darling, our son has been taking photography courses at the University as one of his electives. He came home all excited one day telling me how he was getting to take the Alpha Class’s Tournament Day photos for the finals.” she says brightly.
“Alora must have taken him, she might not be in the class, but Darien shows her everything he’s learned. He told me if she’d been in the class she’d be the top student. He said her pictures are pure art.” She pauses. “Of course, it helps they’re both very photogenic. She‘ say’s looking at both of their pictures.
I noticed how good the others were, then I started to wonder. “Did he do any of the other class’s photos?” I ask my mate.
“He did the Elite Class. The Mid Level Class and the Reserve Level Class photos were taken by another one of his classmates. They were both given permission to use them as Senior Projects for their Photography Finals. I looked at the photos again, my wife handed me the Tournament Guide Booklet.
It has all the Seniors and their Tournament pictures. I flip through the program looking at the ones my son had done. They were very good. “I would like to assume he aced his finals, these are amazing,” I say to Ember. Boris and Lissanna are looking at their own booklet nodding and making noises of appreciation.
4:04 pm P
Werewolf’s Heartsong
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
