We couldn't have hoped for a better induction. Everything went so much better than we expected.
There was a moment when I wanted to say something, do something, but Iris held her own, and a big part of me was proud of her.
Proud to call her mine.
We were in the garden of the Alpha house. It was a lot smaller than the pack-house training grounds, cut off by ten-foot hedges, but it was big enough to train in.
Chad sat by us as I went over the moves with Iris. We weren't impressed. In fact, we were worried. It wasn't until now that she learned how to throw a proper punch.
It had been hours since we came out here, and the only thing she had was the will to keep going, no matter how many times she failed.
We stopped and had something to eat half-way through, but she was determined. I
