Max walked up to one of the older wolves, Alana carefully treading behind her. She felt extremely uncomfortable knowing that despite her Class A ranking back home, she would be starting from the ground up here. It both irritated her and humbled her.
"Alana, this is Richard. Richard, Alana." She looked up almost sheepishly at the 6 foot tall man with blonde but silvering hair. He had to have been in his late thirties, but he was extremely fit and attractive, as most werewolves are until the age of 60.
Richard turned to Alana and gave her a curt bow. "Luna. It's an honor."
She didn't know what to say to that. "Um? Thank you."
Max saved her from further embarrassment. "Anyways, Alana, you're in good hands. Richard and his team will be training you for three hours at the beginning of each
