CHAPTER 11
ARESWith a thick layer of sweat covering my bare chest, I stood before my pack warriors, hands on my hips, and listened to Marcel’s daily spiel about becoming stronger to protect this pack. He had been the pack trainer for years now, but only recently had the warriors in this pack started really stepping up their game.
Over the past couple weeks, everyone had seemed to be training more resiliently.
We always had, but now, we finally understood the danger we faced.
“Five-mile run,” Marcel said, nodding to the woods around my pack. “Don’t slow down. Don’t stop. Keep running like your life depends on it because it f*****g does. If we want to kill these fuckers and protect our families, we need to be fast, mentally and physically.”
After the warriors shifted into their wolves m
