"You know you have a lot of guts addressing my father by his last name," Adam broke the comfortable silence between us as he led Diana and me toward the pack's training grounds.

To show us how they flex their muscles, he had said, when he came to pick us from our rooms thirty minutes after the breakfast affair.

The last place I wanted to be was some training ground, watching people sweat and break their limbs, but I had never been in one. The age required to be allowed in one was the very age I had attained and then become ostracized.

I wanted to see what it looked...