Bjorn didn’t say anything and neither did I. He settled for staring at me menacingly with his dark eyes, making me wish I hadn’t had the stupid idea of becoming a warrior. Anders grabbed me from behind him and pushed me forward, a smirk on his dumb handsome face.
“Come on, I hope you’re ready to start! Bjorn, how about you test Beatriz to see what level she’s at?”
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I repeated over and over in my mind. Stupid Alpha and his smug smile. Bjorn nodded and gestured for me to approach. I reluctantly did as he said. I had imagined, due to his size, that his voice would be gruff and loud like thunder, but to my surprise, it was deep and soft, almost soothing.
“First thing, what type of combat do you know?”
“Hum…”
“Stand-up fighting or ground-fighting? I ju
