The Alpha Academy

chapter 50

"What's meant to be will always find a way." - Trisha Yearwood

50.

The meeting concluded after Braden informed us that he will be sending instructors from Shadow Warriors to each pack for training until the war. Leia also went back a day after.

The days dragged on as all packs fell into a pattern, with each morning promising to sharpen our abilities and get ready for the imminent conflict. We welcomed instructors from the Shadow Pack, whose knowledge and experience were unrivalled, and they brought a lot of information with them from Braden about the Lycans.

We awoke every day at the crack of dawn; our every move being guided by a sense of purpose. With the delicate tones of the dawning sun, the practice fields beckoned, eagerness racing through our blood.

As I stepped onto the field, a scene of resolve and concentration unfolded before me. The ground had become a flurry of activity. Members of my pack moved purposefully while participating in strenuous drills and sparring sessions while dressed in their training gear. A symphony of commitment and tenacity was created by the sound of slicing blades and the repetitive thuds of movement.

Sweat glistened on focused faces, a sign of the dedication and effort put into perfecting their abilities.

The Shadow Warrior instructors went among the groups, providing instruction and encouragement while combining their voices with the sounds of tenacity. They guided us through taxing exercises with relentless dedication, pushing us past our comfort zones.

They kept a close eye on everything, guiding every action with accuracy. They imparted the knowledge they had gained from their Alpha and what they understood about the Lycans. We listened intently, soaking up every nugget of wisdom like sponges. We drank up all their advice, from the fundamentals to more advanced strategies.

They shaped us into disciplined warriors equipped to take on any obstacle. The routine, which seamlessly incorporated physical preparation, combat training, and strategic conversations, became second nature to us.

The camaraderie forged on the training grounds extended beyond the confines of the battlefield. We supported one another through times of weakness, gave each other words of encouragement, and acknowledged each victory, no matter how minor.

We improved every day, perfecting our abilities, fortifying our commitment, and embracing the togetherness that united us. We were becoming warriors, getting ready to face the threat on the horizon.

“And begin!” Ares, one of our instructors shouted.

As I entered the ring, I looked at my opponent while clenching my hands. He was a towering figure with broad shoulders and muscles, standing in a fighting stance.

We circled each other for a moment, sizing each other up, before he made the first move, throwing a quick jab.

I evaded it instinctively, dancing around him with fluidity and accuracy.

He tried to punch me again, this time more forcefully, but I was prepared. I deftly sidestepped and countered with a swift kick to his midsection. He let out a grunt of surprise, but recovered quickly, firing a barrage of punches and kicks that I skillfully blocked and countered.

The sound of our fists slamming against gloves and our feet thudding on the mat filled the air as we sparred in this manner for what felt like an eternity. We pushed ourselves to the limit, each of us desperate to win. Sweat ran down our faces.

I finally saw an opportunity after what seemed like a lifetime, pounced on it, and delivered a forceful punch to his jaw that sent him reeling.

In a moment of agility, I seized the opportunity, swiftly maneuvering and pinning the guy down, my strength and technique prevailing. I could see the surprise in his eyes, and for a brief time, I wondered whether he would admit defeat.