Derek’s P.O.V.
I was standing on the training grounds of the Grey pack. We had a big training facility inside our pack lands that we could always use for occasions just like this. I had called in all the new trainees first thing in the morning, forcing up their training schedule to make sure that they would be ready to fight as soon as possible, especially if our Alpha Archer's instincts were right and we had an attack on our hands somewhere in our future. So, ever since this morning, we had been here non-stop while I had been barking out orders to them, training them, trying to get them as strong as possible and as soon as possible. Making sure that if an attack or a fight ever happened, they would have the right tools to be able to protect themselves, and protect the ones that they all
