Alvira's P.O.V.
Never before had I needed to sneak myself into my own pack. It felt dirty, almost. Like something I shouldn't be doing. But we kept quiet and moved quickly on the backroads, following Joseph in through a line of silently observant fighters that ringed the perimeter of the guest house. Some were older men and women that I knew well from my own training, others were those same pack members who had been so critical and intolerant of my mood swings while we were still attending classes.
It looked to be nearly a dozen fighters that were spread out around the property, and as we passed through them, several bowed their heads and addressed me by my rank. Confusion and distress quickly faded and were replaced by awe and a strong sense of responsibility that had been missing in m
