Aria's povThe gym smells of sweat and metal, heavy and thick, and I already know this is going to be hell. The training starts before I can even figure out where to stand. Everything here is sharp, fast, and brutal. Totally different from the way my dad trains us in our pack back home. Few minutes after I ran out from that dressing room, Students of every kind begin filing in, and the air changes with each scent that joins the space. Vampires, wolves, panthers, witches—apparently all first years are shoved into this class until they are evaluated and separated. I had thought, foolishly, that it would be only omegas. That, at least, I could have handled but of course fate decided to laugh at me.Coach Stevens barks orders, his voice like a whip, loud enough to shake the walls. He is huge man, broad shoulders stretching his shirt, head shaved to the scalp like some military commander carved out of stone. His arms are thick as tree trunks and his voice sounds deep and cutting. He swear
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