Isabella Martini - POV
"Are you ready?" Jacob asked me, and I nodded my head. I looked around the vast field we were in, to see that there were a lot of other warriors and pack members training. There was even a boxing ring in the center where two men were fighting in their human form.
Click.
I was snapped out of my daydream when I saw Jacob staring at me with his arms crossed. His face held a stern look, and the smile that I used to see on his face was completely replaced with an expressionless look right now. "Distractions would cost you your life, Isabella. I don't think you would want to end up dead before even getting to fight," he asked me, but I didn't answer him.
My eyes scanned his attire to see that he was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of shorts that showed his well-defined legs. "I won't die that easily." I sassed, and this made him roll his eyes.
