-IRIS-
A couple of days later, I pulled on some workout clothes, zipped a windbreaker over my sports bra, and slipped out toward the training grounds as soon as dawn broke. A burst pipe at school had canceled classes for the day, and honestly, it felt like the universe was giving me a nudge. Tessa had already cleared me for physical activities, and it was about time I started training.
Fear and excitement twisted together in my chest. This would be the first time I ever received real, formal fighting instruction. Back in my old pack, even with my father being a warrior, no one wanted to "waste" their time on me.
But now Tristan had called the whole pack to train, and I was taking it seriously, even if Mark was completely against it.
I swear, I don’t know what his problem is. I understa
