The training ground echoed with grunts and noises as the sun rose, shining brightly across the open space. Fighters battled in pairs, with their bodies shining with sweat, and their loud sounds echoing as their claws hit against their padded armour. The smell of metal and dirt filled the training ground. Evelyn stood by the edge of the arena, with her hands that were sweating even though the morning air was cool.
This was the second time she had come to the field to learn how to fight. The first time, she didn't last long; it was really embarrassing, and her body ached from taking a hard hit that knocked her down in front of everyone. People whispered about how weak she was for several days after that. But not today, today, she was going to last longer, and she was going to prove that she was better than the whispers of "Luna without a wolf" that the pack was saying behind her back.
