Serena stood at the edge of the training field, her arms folded across her chest as she watched the men move and train.
For her, watching training, fights, meetings… it felt like what she was supposed to do…
To be an Alpha….
She watched as the men sparred each other, taking breaks, some even laughing and joking around.
It was like nothing was wrong.
Like their Alpha wasn’t lying on the edge of death.
She took a slow deep breath, forcing herself to be calm.
Then she watched as one of the men lunged fully…sloppy move.
And then another failed to guard his flank, as he took in a sharp hit there.
A third got knocked flat on his back, and instead of correcting his stance, he laughed as someone helped him up.
Serena exhaled sharply.
Pathetic.
She could only think to herself… how were
