Nanny and Her Four Alpha Bullies
I swallow hard, but answer honestly, “Yes.”
Carla’s serious expression breaks into a smile. “Good. Let’s see what you can do, then.”
For the next three hours, Carla and the other fighters test me and spar with me. None of them have wolves either, but they fought those who had. I am in heaven, learning their tips and tricks. Carla shows me a better way to place my feet, to make dodging and weaving that much easier.
The whole time, Beau watches, sitting up in the stands. His eyes on me are a heavy, heated weight. They make me want to show off, so I do – until Carla puts me down on the ground and in my place.