Violet
The next morning, after breakfast, we made our way towards what Sawyer told me was the training centre of the pack. There were a few buildings around with many fields where werewolves of different ages were training, fighting, running, lifting weights or sparing. I looked over at Sawyer lifting my brow in question, but he just shook his head, leading me through the crowd of people that were greeting us with smiles and genuine happiness on their faces.
I saw Archer, sparing with one of the warriors, his strong legs were like concrete, not budging even the slightest when the man ran into him. I was in awe how fast he moved, throwing punches and blocking his opponent, kicking his legs from under him. He looked savage, like a killer for hire, and if I didn´t know he was on our side I
