Francine was too restless to wait for 7 o'clock, so she headed to the pack gym to burn off the surplus energy that was racing through her veins, making her feel edgy.
Her father's beta, Luther Smith, picked up the boxing pads and slipped them onto his hands. He positioned himself to maintain balance before raising them for Francine to strike in a series of sequences he had trained her with over the years.
For a while, they remained silent, the room filled only with the grunts as Francine exerted all her energy into hitting the pads with all her might.
"What's got you so worked up? It's been a while since I saw you in here," Luther finally asked, noticing the pent-up aggression from the power of her punches.
"I'm fine," Francine retorted between hits.
"Wow, if this is you being fine, I
