Chapter 4: A gift from the heavens
Traeger
Grey’s fist flies towards me, but I manage to block it. Leaning close, I kick out and knock him onto his back. We’ve been working on fighting tactics since four in the morning. Thankfully, Lycans don’t need much sleep. Sweat trickles down my face and chest with my exertions. At around ten in the morning, Dr. Shepard walks into the gym and calls out to us. Our gym is large with high-end exercise equipment and an octagon for sparring.
Dr. Shepard is an older man with gray hair and a bald head. His right-hand man, Dr. Spencer, claps loudly, indicating that he needs our attention. We all stop and stand in attention like the good little soldiers we are. Dr. Shepard tightens his lips and clears his throat loudly. “It’s time for breakfast, boys. Meet
