Overhaul
The training grounds were my next stop. When even my Luna knew how to use combat skills against her Hybrid cousin, I needed the whole pack to be able to back her up. I needed the teenagers who felt entitled to know how to be humble, and I wanted it done yesterday. They were the next generation, and the strength of the pack depended on how well they could work together. Walking the familiar trail, I arrived on the small knell that overlooked the location without giving away the fact I was watching them. I was pissed at what I saw. None of the teens showed the instructors any respect, and they were wearing the trainers down. Some were scrolling through their phones, others were laughing, and a few were teasing a young Omega boy. I waited, watching as one of the tormentors gave the boy a sm
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