Ivy's POV
"How was training today?" Dad gestured toward the chair across from him before signaling to Faye, an omega who quietly brought our dinner plates.
"Thank you, Faye," I said with a warm smile. The girl nodded shyly before leaving us alone.
I turned back to Dad with a heavy sigh. "It went exactly as expected."
"Which means poorly," he said, pointing his fork at me knowingly.
"Precisely." I nodded.
Dad cut into his steak. "Tell me what happened."
I described the day's events between bites of my perfectly cooked steak, which practically melted in my mouth. "We started with basic running drills, and even the ones who've already shifted were..."
"Out of shape?" Dad suggested, waving his knife in the air.
"Absolutely pathetic," I corrected. "They could barely complete two laps before they were gasping for air. Then I gathered them to discuss the situation."
"And?" He prompted, taking another bite.
