Charles’s POV

The she-wolves left the locker room one after another and joined the 10-kilometer line.

They were already well-trained werewolves, so they ran in formation and swagger, looking like a winning team. I glanced at them. Where's Selena? Shouldn't she be running with the girls?

I stopped a girl. When she saw me, she froze for a moment, then quickly wiped the sweat off her face with the towel hanging around her neck, and then walked towards me with a smile.

"Alpha..."

"Where's Selena?" I interrupted.

The girl pursed her lips, then immediately adjusted her smile. "She was in the locker room when we changed. She lingered, mumbling and...