Dawn was exactly where Theresa had said he'd be in the field, a short distance behind the pack house, training with Marco and the other wolves.
"Twenty-seven! Twenty-eight! Twenty-nine!"
Marco counted out as the men and a few women lined up in almost perfect rows, did a push-up, and then got back up.
Sapphire grimaced at them.
Dawn moved to the side, his arms behind his back. He looked around at the people.
"Alpha, are you torturing these people?" Sapphire exclaimed.
Dawn turned to face him, his eyes brightening. "I'm working on them."
Marco kept chanting numbers. As she approached, a few of the wolves looked up, but they were too busy to stop and stare.
Her head c****d to the side. "Do they realize it? They appear depressed."
They certainly did. Sweat dripped down their
