The training area was eerily quiet. Most pack members still assembled. Was it usual for the debrief meetings to last so long? The wooden laminated floor remained polished, and the full-length windows allowed the natural light to illuminate the space. The cold stone gave no much-needed warmth. What a drastic change, Clara thinks to herself.
Logan kicks out one of the black crash mats, central to the room. “I’d like to see your hand-to-hand combat first.” Clara stands with her hands on her hips tapping her foot.
“I don’t know your fighting style.” Logan chortles a laugh.
“You’re not supposed to. You fight to your advantages. You must have trained in Suntra. I’m fully aware, despite Tobias being a wolf of peace now, he has his pack train.” Clara doesn’t mention the intense training she’d u
