Sam’s POV
I stood on the roadside, resting against a wall while holding my new clothes. I was watching and waiting. Within each pack, the biggest, strongest men are the ones who train the most. That’s the kind of man who can lead me to a place to train. I didn’t have to search long to find the man I was looking for. He was wearing baggy shorts and a vest, which showed off his muscular arms and legs. “Be careful,” Zola warned as I followed him.
Considering the size of the guy, I lost him twice, only finding him because of his sweaty scent. His odor was quite strong as his armpits were exposed. Pete’s powerhouse was the name on the door he entered.
Before I entered, I questioned myself as to whether I was doing the right thing. I was not exactly the best student in training. Maybe t
