"If you fall for the third time, then you'll spend the whole day on strength training." Voren's voice was stern, brooking no argument.
Corvine quickly got to his feet, his pride stinging. This time, he was able to dodge three of Voren's kicks and punches, his movements improving with each near-miss.
He could feel the rhythm of the fight, the flow of Voren's attacks, and he began to anticipate them. His footwork grew sharper, his reactions quicker.
But just as he was finding his footing, pack warriors began to walk into the gym. Their eyes widened at the sight of their Alpha in full training mode, his expression cold and merciless.
They spread out cautiously, forming a loose circle around the sparring area, ready to observe and learn. The air was thick with anticipation.
Kael and Damon soon followed, their footsteps echoing across the polished floors. But seeing Corvine's sweaty form, his chest heaving, the warriors grew nervous.
