Chapter one hundred and seventy five

Zach’s POV

He laughed like I had said something funny but I was ready to beat him down.

“Oh no,” he laughed. “I would never want to bring down an old man such as yourself.”

“What are you talking about? We are the same age. Don’t play with me and get me to your ring.”

“How about you get an ambulance by the side because you’ll need it.”

While we trash talked each other I followed the alpha, my steps silent as I trailed him through the winding corridors of his training hall.

It was vastly different from the one in my own pack, the very essence of his people drawn into every corner.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat like someone had just practiced here, the sounds of clashing blades and grunts of exertion echoing through the halls.

As we entered the main training area, I paused, my eyes scanning the room.

The sparring ring stood in the center, larger and more fancier than any I had seen before.

I had to hand it to him. His pack made wonderful designs for a pack having someone