Ivy’s POV
Ezra walked into the class with an authoritative air around him. The class went as quiet as a graveyard as he made his way towards the group. When he stopped, his grey gaze swept over the class.
“My name is Ezra Walker,” he introduced himself. “I’ll be your trainer for this class throughout the semester. I expect total cooperation and discipline from all of you. I don’t like slackers. If you’re not ready to put in a hundred percent effort, you might as well leave now.”
He paused, as if giving any people with second thoughts a chance to walk out. When everybody remained still, he continued, “I also expect everyone to respect everyone in this room. In my class, the only thing that separates you from each other is your performance. I don’t care who you are or which pack y
