3 Years later

-Josie~

Bang!

I let the vibration of the firing gun run up my arms, as it tries to pull at my shoulders. Control...its all about staying in control.

There's nothing quite like shooting my trusty 9mm gun. The way my chest contracts just as I fire, my heart stopping...my body freezing just for a split second until I once again hit the bullseye.

I am in complete control.

I never miss, that's why I am officially the new Head of Training for the weapons division.

My record speaks for itself.

Putting the gun back into safety mode and placing it on the table, my phone buzzes from inside my bag as I am the only person in the peaceful meadows. There are guards on border patrol just out of sight but for the most part, I was alone.

This was my spot, this is where I lead the training. Dad even had a cabin built out here for me, it's my go to place when I need space. It's also where I run my female only exercise classes, in the privacy of the wooden large cabin.

Lobo, my dog that was gifted to me a few weeks after my 18th, lays panting under the table trying to cool off from our marathon run earlier. He never left my side, I think that is exactly why he was given to me. I don't care the reason, I love this fury best friend of mine.novelbin

"Come on Lobo, I need to get these back under lock and key." I whistle out, as I place the guns in a black holdall and securely place them over my shoulder. Taking out my phone, I read the influx of recent messages from Maya...she was trying to coax me out for another party night...but they had a way of landing me in trouble.

With Lobo by my side, I head back towards the house to place the weapons in the secure small armoury located in the basement. The collective pack's weapons were kept in the main armoury, but Dad always championed against Mum for me to have easier access. Mum protested at first but soon caved in.

Once the guns are locked away, I make my way back upstairs where I find Mum in the kitchen.

"Hey Mum." I move to sit up on a kitchen bar stool, Lobo ignoring me as he rests in his day bed. After a good meal in his belly, he'll be back for cuddles with me.

"There's my baby, how did you get on?" Mum and Dad have been such big supporters of mine, especially when my brother's left for alpha training. I think they knew I needed something to call my own, something I could put my own stamp on. Being the best shooter for some years, and weapons training needing a complete overhaul...when Dad suggested it, I jumped at the opportunity. A real chance to make a difference in an element of training within this pack.

"Good, still maintaining my record." I smile out at her before my face drops, his bag sitting on the counter top. My eyes dart to Mum questionably.

"George is here. I told him to go straight up."

I bite down on my tongue just in time to prevent a moan escaping my mouth. Why was he here...

"Be nice." Mum gives me a pointed look as I climb off the kitchen bar stool. Now I understand why Lobo was ignoring me, he could smell his scent in the kitchen. Lobo has a problem sharing me especially with George.

George was as close as me having a boyfriend actually gets. I just don't have the time, don't have the interest in being in a fully committed relationship, not when my duties at the pack take priority. And George tends to be a bit...clingy.

That's not to say I don't enjoy spending time with him when I've had a few too many drinks, I consider George as my booty call, whereas he has often used the term girlfriend to describe me.