Chapter 52

Pacing back and forth angrily in my room, I punch my wall, grazing my knuckles. I try to read a book for a while but can’t concentrate. All I have on my mind is vengeance. Finally, I toss the book aside and walk out onto my terrace for fresh air.

I notice all the local male pack members heading towards the training grounds. My father must have mind-linked all the males over eighteen to begin daily training immediately. Why hasn’t he told me he was starting the training today?

With determination on my side, I open the top drawer of my dresser and take out my boxing hand wraps. I put the loop over my thumb, wrapping my wrist and the palm of my hand. Next, I make the crosses across the back, wrapping the material between the fingers. I clench my fist to feel it’s tight and secure, then wrap my other hand the same way.

I jump down from my balcony and jog to the training field.

As I arrive, men ask each other why I’m there. At the same time, other men check me out