Caden POV

"Move!" one of the instructors bellows.

"You are Alphas. Not puppies learning to walk!

"Move. Move!"

A dark skinned male from the Moon Crest Pack groans beside me. "I thought they said this was an evaluation"

"It is an evaluation," another male mutters between breaths. "They're evaluating how close we are to dying."

A few exhausted laughs rings through the line.

"Talking?" the instructor roars. "Excellent. Since you've all got breath to spare..."

He points toward the mountain. "Again."

IronFang is exactly as I remember it.

Cold and disciplined. Merciless.

The training grounds sit only a short walk from the royal castle. Young Alphas from every corner of...