Kayla's POV
The training grounds buzzed with low murmurs and the scuff of boots on dirt as the other Elite candidates lined up. I fell into position silently. My muscles still ached from the night before, but I pushed the fatigue away. Thankfully my wolf had healed my bruises overnight. All I had to do was blend in and stay calm.
My eyes flicked toward the raised platform near the edge of the field. Zachary stood there, arms crossed, flanked by his Beta and a few senior officers.
Now seeing him during the day, he looked every bit the Alpha the stories made him out to be. He was solidly built as if this man spent days perfecting his body in the gym. His dark hair was cropped short, just long enough to show a hint of curl at the edges. A neatly trimmed beard framed a strong, squar
