Matilda's pov

The ring of steel against steel, the muffled groans of men changing from human to half-wolf, and the thumping of bodies on the ground all filled the training grounds. The fragrance of sweat was greasy and mixed with the copper scent of minor wounds and bruises.

Michael had told me that I needed "discipline" and had ordered me back here. After Selene's most recent antics, I felt it was his way of keeping me under observation. In any case, I had no intention of cowering.

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