Blood

Blood stained the broken glass and Breeana's head swam. She should move. She needed to get help, but how? Her hands shook and her legs refused to work.

She hadn't felt so weak and helpless before as she put pressure on the wound praying for the goddess to keep death at bay for just a little bit more time till Reece could come. Because surely he had felt her. He would come.

Breeana closed her eyes.

Twelve Hours Before

"We are taking five." Horace announced in his booming voice and Breeana could see most of the pack collapsing sweat drenched and relieved.

Truth be told she was also out of breath. When she instituted training for the entire pack, she had seemingly forgotten that she would also participate in the training.

The pack would go in batches for an hour per batch as planned and would be paired up based on individual body size and weight with a member of the pack's military as a trainer.

Being the Luna of the pack, no one would spar with her so she'd ended up with Reece. Reece wa