Delilah's POV
"You must be Delilah!" A woman in her thirties jogged over with a friendly smile. "I'm Sarah. I help run training sessions. Ryker mentioned you'd be joining us."
"Yeah," I managed.
"Great! We're doing assessment tests today for new members so we can place you in the right skill group." She gestured toward an empty mat. "Nothing too intense. Just want to see where you're at physically. Have you trained before?"
"A bit at my old pack."
If she considered being people's punching bag training, then yes.
"Perfect. Let me show you what we'll be doing."
She led me to a mat away from the main group, and I was acutely aware of the eyes following me, whispers starting up again like they had when I first arrived. Sarah either didn't notice or chose to ignore them as she explained
