Reina’s POV
The morning air is crisp as I step onto the training grounds of the Royal Pack. The scent of damp earth and pine fills my senses, mixed with the distant sounds of wolves sparring and warriors barking orders.
Kyle wasn’t joking when he said my training would begin immediately.
I woke up to one of his Beta warriors, Damon, banging on my door at dawn.
"Alpha's orders. Be outside in ten minutes."
I barely had time to throw on the tight black leggings and training top they had given me before being led here.
Now, I stand at the edge of a massive clearing, watching as dozens of wolves train in combat some in their human forms, others shifting mid-fight. Their movements are swift, powerful, and brutal.
And I’m supposed to learn how to fight like them?
A lump forms in my throat
