Anne wiped the sweat from her brow, feeling the strain in every muscle of her body as she staggered to her feet once more. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to steady herself. Across from her stood the female warrior, Kara. Her posture was solid, her movements precise. Anne had already lost count of how many times she'd been knocked down during the training session.
She'd been warned that learning the ways of the pack was a challenge, but she hadn't anticipated just how overwhelming it would all be. There was so much to learn—pack politics, traditions, rules, and now this: physical training. As Luna, she needed to be able to fight, to defend herself and others. Running and hunting were second nature to her wolf, but fighting was an entirely different beast.
Kara narrowed her eyes at Anne. "Focus," she barked, her voice sharp. "You're leaving yourself open."
