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“Smart man,” I murmured. “Blythe, would you be interested in helping me teach the females in the first and second waves?”
“Really?” she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“It’s a serious offer. You’re an impressive fighter. You planned your moves and used your brain as well as your intuition. I watched you adjust to your opponents, and that type of skill is what I want on these training grounds.”
“I—”
“She accepts,” Brielle said.
I looked at Blythe for confirmation, and she nodded. “I want to do it. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” I said with a smirk. “I’ll see you on the field tomorrow morning.”
As I walked away, I heard someone call my name. I turned to see Brielle rushing to catch up with me.
“I just wanted to thank you. Blythe has been feeling out of sorts, and a job within the pack will be good for her.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I said. “She earned this.”
With a parting wave, she joined her sister and her mate. I turned to find Bowen and Myla waiting at the edge of the field.
“Not bad for a first day, huh?” Bowen said.
“No, not bad at all.”
I wrapped my arm around Myla, and the three of us walked toward our den.
Winnie and Blythe’s fight flashed through my mind. When I was growing up, males avoided relationships with Alpha and Beta females in anticipation of finding an Omega. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like to have no place in society.
Maybe Brielle was onto something. Perhaps this would help Alpha and Beta females find their way and give them a purpose in this changing world.
Chapter 23
Myla
“Get that cute little ass up the hill,” Bowen shouted.
“What do you think I’ve been trying to do for the past hour?” I snapped.
The second wave had been running up and down this damn hill all morning. Bowen called it endurance training, but I called it excessive.
“It looks like you’re taking a stroll. Put a little grease on those wheels.” Bowen blew his whistle, signaling the start of sprints.
All the females groaned.
“How are we supposed to have the energy for defense training?” Amber, a Beta, asked.
“I think that’s the point,” Amy said.
Bowen blew his whistle again. “If you can talk, you’re not running fast enough.”
Without a word, I mustered up the energy to run up the hill like hellhounds were nipping at my heels.
Bowen was usually playful and fun, but I’d never seen him so serious. When I was placed in the second wave with him as my trainer, I had an idea of what he would be like.
It was safe to say I was wrong.
He was stern, pushing us and calling out orders like a drill sergeant. On the second day of training, he made us do pushups for every mistake our partner made during counterattack practice.
