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That was where Myla ended up.
The third wave was the smallest group. These females had balance, coordination, and endurance. They also had a fair amount of knowledge when it came to combat. In normal circumstances, they would qualify for Enforcer basic training.
It shocked Alaric when Winnie, the Alpha’s younger sister, wasn’t the only one in this group. Wynn and Alaric trained her, so it was no surprise she had made it. However, to our amazement, Blythe and Alice—an Alpha female who worked in our agriculture department—also met the requirements.
Everyone split into their groups. The females were tired from the assessment, which took all morning, but it was the perfect way to start their training. They needed to learn to push past their physical and mental barriers.
“I will be in charge of reactive combat, otherwise known as counterattacks,” I said to the third wave. “In order to get a solid assessment of your skills, you will each face off on the mat. The winner stays and faces the next opponent.”
The females nodded, a glint of excitement in their eyes.
Perhaps this would work out better than the Alpha anticipated.
“Blythe, Alice, you’re up,” I said.
They took to the mat, neither lacking assurance. Alice’s stance was firm, her core strong, and each hit carried the full force of her body weight. In contrast, Blythe was loose and light, and the casual way she moved was almost mocking. She blocked and ducked, leading Alice into an impressive web of missteps.
Blythe took Alice to the ground, catching her in a chokehold and forcing Alice to tap out.
“Nice work, both of you.” I waved Winnie toward the mat. “Winnie, your turn.”
Winnie moved into place opposite Blythe. I was interested to see how Blythe would perform after facing an opponent.
Winnie was fast, exploding into a combination of kicks and punches and putting Blythe on the defensive.
I’d never seen an Omega fight before Blythe—I doubted anyone had.
It wasn’t long before the females drew a crowd. Blythe not only kept up with her Beta counterpart—she made her work for it. Her hits were precise, and her movements were as fluid and ever-changing as the wind.
She used every part of her body—hands, feet, shins, elbows, knees—to do damage. Winnie kept going, taking every hit and countering with one of her own.
“Call it,” Alaric said from beside me.
“Time,” I shouted.
Both females dropped to the ground to catch their breath. The fight had lasted for five minutes, and their exhaustion was a testament to their determination.
Brielle and Isolde brought the girls water, which they guzzled greedily.
I glanced at Alaric as he studied Blythe and Winnie.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
He shook his head and said, “I’m going to speak with the Alpha. You and Valor take point and close out the session.”
“You got it.”
I walked over to the mat where Blythe was talking with her sister. The two females turned as I approached.
“Did you come to tell us how awesome Blythe is?” Brielle said with a proud grin.
“Yes, actually. Where did you learn to fight like that?” I asked Blythe.
“At the compound where I grew up. The rebels teach everyone they rescue to defend themselves.”
“You were doing a lot more than defending yourself.”
A blush stained her cheeks. “Well, I may have had some anger issues I needed to work out. So, I spent more time on the mats than most people. Our father also gave us a pretty good foundation. He taught us a little bit of everything.”
