Scarlett

I took in rows of neatly arranged training equipment in the large room. At the furthest wall from the entrance stood a wrestling ring with blue ropes. The walls were painted a sliver mist that complemented the black rubber flooring. Everything screamed masculinity, brutality and strength.

Huge glass transparent windows allowed for the natural light to stream in. I couldn’t help but find it odd that no single soul was in the room except Thiery and me. This was a pack full of gruesome warriors, I expected to find every equipment in use.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Thiery stood beside me, looking right ahead. Alpha Jaxon had pack business to...