We pulled into a wide clearing surrounded by thick forest. The moment the tires left the road and rolled over the grassy field, I realized this wasn't just some casual drive. It was a training ground. Wolves men and women alike, both in human and shifted form were scattered everywhere, sparring, grappling, and pushing through punishing workouts. Everyone wore workout clothes, drenched in sweat and intensity.
Though the windows of the car were tinted, I could feel their eyes on us. Some stared with curiosity, others with suspicion. And then I spotted him Algebra. He moved toward us with that easy confidence of his, dressed in black sweatpants and a snug white tee that made it hard not to notice the hours he’d clearly spent training. His sunlit brown hair was tousled, and those green eyes o
