Chapter 8

Maliyah

This was probably the worst idea. Ever.

One would think I’d have nothing more to worry about other than the death that was creeping around the corner thanks to the curse I’d been given. But whoever thought that obviously didn’t foresee that I was about to be thrown into the grounds and trained to become a warrior.

The field was green, wide, and open. It was located behind the estate and next to the Dark River. Beyond that river, I heard, was a territory we weren’t allowed to cross as it was another pack’s estate. I wasn’t very knowledgeable about locations. I had little to no involvement with my old pack to know stuff like this.

As soon as my foot was set on the grass, what came to view were members of the pack already undergoing warmup. Little practice fights were going on, here and there.

Everyone wore whatever they were comfortable with. And a black leather jacket was a popular choice, making my brown cardigan look like a joke. I attempted to strip out of it, but before