Chapter 54

"No one has anything to say?" I question.

Silence meets my ears for the second time, not a single word of argument. What did Beck say to them? Do I even care to know?

"Good, line up!" I command.

The newbies rush to do as they're told, I couldn't be bothered to wonder why they're suddenly obedient, so I didn't mention it.

"Today's lesson is about punching." I announce.

"Strike first, strike hard." I state, my tone frosty as I gaze over the youthful faces of the wolves.

The glances they share tell me they're confused, because Hardin wasn't known for teaching lessons. While he was ruthless, he was also strategic and intelligent. I'm not him, I don't have it inside me to teach them mercy, when I no longer know the meaning of it.

Instructing them on how to properly make a fist, I begin showing them correct feet placement and hip movement that comes with punching.

"Beck." I call, gesturing for him to join me from the side lines.

Standing face to face, I make a fist and straighten out my arm