When Shadow was walking away, Zack came up to him.

"Is this all that we need to face her?"

Shadow kept on walking. Zack turned to Max. "What's wrong with him?" Max only looked to the side, shaking his head.

Zack walked over to him. "Why would he give us names when we are already conscious enough to remember our own?"

"He told me names are useful, if we have names that match our abilities, it makes us stronger."

"Okay, I'll honor that.....as long as I remember my REAL name. Are you going to keep yours?"

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"No, I'll stick with my actual name." Max turns the other way and walks off.

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When Shadow came back, he told them to practice their abilities, but he left Max aside.

"What is it now?" Max muttered.

"We're going to work on your thoughts."

Max scoffed.

"You need to learn to get her out of your head. Now let's start with you reading my thoughts."

This is ridiculous.

Max focused only on Shadow, then the training began.

Green.

"Green?"

Shadow nods.

Backstab.

"Backstab."

He nods again, then looks at Thunderbolt.

Kill.

"What?"

Shadow looks at him. "Very good."

Max was taken aback.

"Now, we both know we can hear each other, so let's practice on your friends. "Howl! Thunderbolt!"

Both wolves raced over to where Shadow and Max stood.