Dawn
Frustration was the least way to describe what was simmering in my gut.
The training ground was a bustling hive of activity. Pack members sparred, and barked instructions at each other. The pack members of Golden Crest emanated an air of effortless strength. I felt their individual and collective strength that thrummed through the air. It was what made them so great.
Meanwhile, I felt like a sparrow stumbling into a den of wolves. I didn't fit. The worst part was that I noticed a few omegas glancing my way. They were struggling too and they seemed to be looking at me for guidance. Not only did it multiply the pressure I was already feeling but made me question Marcus's decision to bring me here once again.
We began with simple stretches. And even that was a struggle. Muscles I did
