Reaching into the case, I pulled out the whip. You forget the weight that a whip has until you have it in your hand. I rolled the handle in my hand and sent a wave through the end of it. It wasn’t enough to crack but I was able to get it picked up off the ground.

“Alpha, you can get started.” Finn stepped back, out of range like I asked.

Turning, I held my chin up, not allowing the tears I felt threatening to came forward to spill. Nate was on his knees, his slightly tanned skin clear ...