Daemon had made his point clear.
We were to be trained—me, the mother of his son, and Brenda, my only friend in this place. After the attack from the rogue werecats, he refused to let us remain weak and vulnerable. But now that I was actually here, standing in the middle of a warehouse filled with seasoned fighters, I felt like I was being thrown into a pit with no way out.
The warehouse smelled of sweat and metal. The clang of weapons echoed through the air as warriors clashed in intense combat, grunting and shouting as they sparred.
I stood at the edge of the massive training floor, my stomach tight with anxiety. Brenda was right next to me, and though she tried to hide it, I could tell she was just as nervous as I was.
Brenda and I didn’t belong here—not among warriors who had tr
