Training was, as training is. Tiring, but rewarding. Pushing myself and the men within the squad to our limits. Practicing exercises until we had them perfected. We worked hard to be the best at what we did. Elite warriors created to protect our pack. It was only as we broke for lunch that I noticed I had some missed calls on my phone. Many of which were from my contact...
I walked away from the men surrounding me as they all made their way to the dining hall, no doubt en route to grab their food. The dining hall at lunch became very much a meeting point for many pack members, the warriors being only some. I would often join them, but today, I opted to hang back while the men wandered along the paths toward the packhouse chatting among themselves. Once they were fading from my view, I tu
