Christian
He and his unit sat on the training ground used for ranking up matches. It was laid out like an amphitheater because many liked to come and watch even if they weren’t competing and there was a section for family members if they were local and wanted to watch a son or daughter, brother or sister, mother or father in some cases.
Walker Cox, an Elite Class weapon and martial arts trainer for a human world pack called Nightshade, where he sent a troop every year to train with Walker, who would be training this group in the future as well, was also there, to give Christian his own thoughts on them.
This group of 15 warriors, he’d told Walker, were nearly half dead just six months ago and had taken to training like Sirens did to the water they were born into. They had been previous
