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The flash of panic in her eyes before the professor stopped the fight. I’d been so close to winning. And if I could win a spar, then maybe I could win the tournament. But I needed to prepare a little more first. Dropping my bag by the door, I walked over to the mats and started going through my drills. I started with my footwork: quick steps, lateral movement, and focusing on keeping my weight centered, which had always been something I’d struggled with. Then, I moved onto blocking. High, low, diagonal. My arms burned after the first twenty reps, but I savored the ache and used it as fuel to keep going.

Looking all broody and sexy, arms curling slowly, muscles rippling all along his arms and back. I've watched him lift a thousand times. I taught him proper form. How to brace. How to get the maximum return from every work-out. Back when I was pretending the whole thing was about training. Now there's a white wolf on his right ass cheek, which just so happens to clench every time he braces, and my cock is starting to perk up substantially. I'm supposed to be doing the books. "You're staring," Bex says, without even looking around at me.

Unstoppable. Bullets flew toward him, but he didn’t hesitate. Didn’t slow down. Didn’t miss. A man lunged at him from the side— Bruce reacted instantly. He twisted, catching the attacker’s wrist mid-air and snapping it with a sickening crack before driving a bullet straight into his chest. The body dropped without resistance. Another attacker rushed from behind— Bruce didn’t even turn fully. One shot. Clean. Fatal. The man collapsed before he could even scream. Bruce’s movements were efficient. Economical. Every action carried purpose—no wasted motion, no hesitation.

Her wolf is fully alert now, watching everything with keen interest. "Better," I tell the warriors as they execute the sequence perfectly. "Now add the defensive roll we worked on yesterday. Full speed." As I pace between them, correcting stances and adjusting grips, I track every small change in Brynlee's reactions. Her breath catches slightly when I demonstrate a move. Her wolf pushes forward when I use my commanding tone. Her scent shifts subtly sweeter when I praise good performance. "You're dropping your shoulder," I tell Tony, one of our newer recruits. "Here." I adjust his stance, demonstrating the proper form. "Power comes from the core, not just the arms."

“And feeling your muscles, Kimberly, I know damned well your workout takes more than five minutes!” Kim was surprised — but not very — to see that the Douglas gym had all the same units hers did. She and Brad felt right at home. Lisa ran through a similar workout, but with not nearly the number of reps nor the weights that Kim used. She decided that her bedmate was the most perfectly conditioned woman she had ever seen.

Happy to see that like yesterday, he had something to listen to- I set to my task with burning zeal, showing the lunges, long arm crunches and planks just what Brianna Whitlock is made of. I knew my workout fury was fired up by more than just the simple desire to do well. My feelings were out of control this morning; raw and intense after both the erotic dream that robbed me of my beauty sleep, as well as the email from my mother. Somewhere in the middle of my second set, Luca removed the buds from his ears, sat back and started watching me.

I got up and changed into workout gear and headed downstairs, grabbing a muffin from the dining room and heading to the training field. I showed up and stood on the sidelines, watching the men and women doing drills. They did them in their human form and it looked a lot like what you’d see on the football field. Bruce and another man was leading the drills. When Bruce saw me, he excused himself and sauntered over to me. “Liking what you see, Luna?” He smirked at me, eyes flickering to my unmarked neck. Hmmm. He better not let James see him eyeballing me like that.

"Now follow me, little she-wolf," Liam said and walked to the gym center. Zoe followed behind him closely like a lost sheep. He began his workout, and Zoe just stood and watched as he effortlessly lifted twenty-five kilograms of weight. The muscles in his arms contracted, appearing like a network of veins. His sweat dripped and rolled down his body in a way that made Zoe swallow hard. She was captivated by the scene . Liam stopped weightlifting and then sat up on the bench press, his sweat dropping onto the ground like raindrops.

Birth itself was a blessing, and only by working tirelessly could one endure this relentless world. Andrew walked slowly across the massive martial arts plaza. Around him, some people practiced on punching bags, others lifted weights, and some threw punches at training dummies. These were the most basic martial arts exercises. To the uninformed, they might seem no different from a regular gym. However, there was definitely a difference. These martial artists could punch a crater into a dummy's head with a single blow, and afterward, the dummy would automatically repair itself. Those lifting weights started at 200 kilos, with the stronger ones pulling 800. Yet their bodies were not bulky. In

"It’s detailed and tailored for your needs. You'll also find a daily exercise routine included. You must follow it without skipping a day. Scarlet, your body needs structure as much as it needs food." She paused briefly, her eyes softening a little before adding, "I’ll also have a DVD sent to you that contains a martial arts training program I have designed personally. These exercises will not only strengthen your body and mind but also train you in self-defense." Her gaze turned sharp, and she leaned slightly forward. "Once your wolf awakens, you must be able to protect yourself. Do you understand?" I nodded again, still feeling half-lost in everything she was telling me.