Getting downstairs, I used my eyes to search everywhere for the training ground. The large pack house looked endless with its long corridors, wide staircases, and glass walls that reflected the morning light. I stood there for a while, turning my head left and right, hoping to see a sign or something that would lead me to where the warriors trained. But there was nothing. Not even a single sound of movement came from outside.

I was still wondering where the training ground could be when a soft ...