The Royal Luna
My brown hair is pulled into a high ponytail, the end tickling the base of my neck.
"Morning, Dad. Good morning, guys." I give them a smile and they nod their heads in acknowledgement. I stand 5'10", almost the same height as my father. When I was younger, he would always kiss the tip of my head but after my growth spurt, he can only reach my cheek and forehead.
"I thought for a second you weren't going to show." Charles grins at me and I roll my eyes.
"As if I would miss training. I haven't missed one yet." They nod in agreement as the others all come in. Soon about a hundred and fifty men stand in the arena, awaiting their Alpha, Beta and Delta to start.
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