Rain drizzled from the gray-white sky above Alpha Ming’s training field. I crossed my arms over my chest and observed the raw and vicious way each warrior fought one another in their human forms, muscle against muscle, strength against strength, grit against grit.
And while everyone fought with such fervor, not one of them looked like just a human.
“Luna Isabella!” Alpha Ming jogged over to me, his chest covered in a layer of rainwater and sweat. He whistled, indicating everyone to take a break, and nodded in my direction. “So, what brings you here?”
“I’m looking for Naomi.”
He raised his eyebrows, brown eyes widening. “Why do you need her? Did she do something? She’s a nice girl. She—”
“She didn’t do anything wrong,” I said. “I might need to recruit her for the Lycans, so I need to w
