21

Dawn

Frustration was the least way to describe what was simmering in my gut.

The training ground was a bustling hive of activity. Pack members sparred, and barked instructions at each other. The pack members of Golden Crest emanated an air of effortless strength. I felt their individual and collective strength that thrummed through the air. It was what made them so great.

Meanwhile, I felt like a sparrow stumbling into a den of wolves. I didn't fit. The worst part was that I noticed a few omegas glancing my way. They were struggling too and they seemed to be looking at me for guidance. Not only did it multiply the pressure I was already feeling but made me question Marcus's decision to bring me here once again.

We began with simple stretches. And even that was a struggle. Muscles I didn't know existed screamed in protest. When we moved on to basic stances, sweat beaded on my forehead and my breath came out in ragged gasps. Nothing was more embarrassing.

How could I be struggling to ho