Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Alec.

The evening mist clung to the trees like breath on glass-thick and heavy. The last light of the sun bled across the sky, casting everything in gold and shadow. My warriors moved through it like ghosts, their grunts and the sharp smack of fists against flesh breaking through the quiet. I watched them. Every step. Every swing. Every mistake.

"Dren," I said, my voice low but carrying.

He froze mid-punch and turned toward me, shoulders already tense. His form wasn't bad, but I'd seen the flaw the moment he stepped into the ring.

"That right hook," I told him, stepping forward. "It's weak."

He frowned; he probably didn't like hearing it in front of the others. Good. Let that sting drive him to fix it.

"You're throwing it with your arm, not your body. You want to rattle someone's skull? You start from the ground up."

I circled him, then stopped behind him and grabbed his hip-not gently. "Power starts here. Twist into it. Drive it through your spine, not just your shoulder."

I stepped in front of him and showed him once-fast, fluid. The air cracked as my fist cut through it.

"Again."

He did it. Better this time. Not perfect, but closer.

"You're strong, Dren. But strength without form? That'll get you killed."

He nodded, jaw tight. Good. He was listening, not sulking.

I turned to the others, who had all paused to watch. I didn't need to call for their attention. I had it the moment I walked onto the field.

“Let me be clear,” I said, pacing slowly. "Your enemy won't wait for you to get it right. You train here so you survive out there. Every sloppy punch, every lazy step, every hesitation-you might as well dig your own grave and lie down in it."

went still, like the

Niko. You're up. Show me you've been

to be the

to Dren. "You're with me now. Shadow me until that hook comes

flickering behind his eyes. That was

sweat mixing with dirt, the air

calling out bad habits, and pushing them

train

train so war

up beside me-familiar, steady. I didn't need to

Micah. He never announced

arms crossed,

improving," he said, voice low.

break the habit

passed. The sun slipped lower, spilling gold along the

they're ready?"

to the ribs and stay on his feet, spitting blood and

they will

I did, that this time we weren't up against vampires, witches, or other wolves. This time, we were up against something far more

trained to fight the three known species. What they weren't

If I had any hope of them surviving what was coming,

over," I called out, my voice ringing

I just turned and walked away, Micah falling into step beside

the quiet sighs of relief behind us. They didn't know what knew. Didn't see what I'd seen. was pushing them harder than ever-and it still might

been at it since mid-morning, right after

taken