Alpha Adrain
I opened my eyes to see a heavy chain wrapped around Xan’s throat, yanked tight by the trumpet bearer.
Xan thrashed wildly, claws slashing the air inches from my face.
Elder Xan let out a deafening howl and swiped his claws at me.
I dropped low, dodging a vicious swipe, then scrambled backward. I sprinted toward the exit. I was the last trainee still in the hall.
My foot slipped while running, and I fell hard to the floor, just inches from the exit.
A large boot stopped right beside my face. When I looked up, my eyes met Alpha Adrian. He was shirtless.