SADIE
"Strike faster." I correct the omega's stance, adjusting her hips with hands that remember twenty-one years of training. "You're telegraphing. By the time your fist moves, any wolf with basic reflexes has already countered."
The training hall smells of sweat and determination. Forty omegas spread across the mats, some in human form, others partially shifted. Most have never thrown a punch with intent. All carry scars from being told fighting back means punishment.
"But won't Alphas just—" Beth from Willamette stops mid-sentence, old fears surfacing.
"Just what? Overpower you?" I drop into fighting stance. "I was five when my adoptive mother enrolled me in karate. Human child, my wolf medically suppressed. You know what Sensei Takahashi told me that first day?"
They lean in, hun
