Jackson
I needed a bath; a shower wasn’t going to cut it anymore. I don’t think I’ve ever trained so hard in my life. My muscles were worked, probably overworked at this point. I’d been training at least twice a day, a mix of sparring and working out.
I knew I could beat Alpha Benjamin, but I wouldn’t be cocky about it, especially since I skipped so many training sessions after I found Isla.
I had to be in the best shape I could be, mentally and physically. I should probably start taking it a bit easier; the challenge was four days away, and I couldn’t be as sore as I was today.
My cell rang as soon as I got to my room. “Jackson Black speaking.”
“Hello, Alpha Jackson.” A familiar voice came into the phone.
“Ah, hello, Elder John. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I was wondering if
