SLOANE
It wasn't supposed to escalate this fast. I swear on everything that I didn't walk into the training grounds looking for a fight.
The girls had been sweet earlier. Really sweet. Ivory, a younger pack member with copper-colored hair pulled back in a high ponytail, had taken time to show me proper defensive stances. She wore a sports bra in bright purple with black leggings, her pale skin flushed from exertion. Two other females whose names I hadn't caught yet stood nearby offering encouragement while I practiced blocking techniques against padded targets.
"Remember," Ivory said gently, adjusting my elbow position. "As a beginner, you should focus on defending yourself before you even think about attacking. Defense keeps you alive long enough to learn offense."
I nodded, trying to
