My first physical training class is nothing like I expect. I assume it will involve tossing balls and jogging around the gym—your standard stuff. As I walk in, I’m hit with the smell of sweat and adrenaline, a mix of human and wolf. Reinforced weight stations line the walls, each rack packed with plates that can handle beastly strength. There are padded areas for practicing transformations, assuming that the students don’t tear the place apart when in their wolf form.
According to flyers stuck to one side of the wall, they offer agility courses that are designed to test speed and stealth, perfect for honing hunting skills.
My eyes fall on the mirrored walls on one side of the room. “What’s the point of padded walls if those are there?”
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