“Again,” Kellan, one of Thorne’s men, ordered to train me, barked, and my arms ached just hearing it.

Steel clashed as our blades met, the vibration jolting all the way up to my shoulders.

I grunted, teeth clenched, and pushed back with a swing that nearly took his head off, nearly.

He ducked, the cocky bastard.

“Better,” he said, breathless but grinning. “You’re starting to hit like Alpha Thorne himself.”

I rolled my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn’t sprain ...