Chapter 32: Fresh Meat

"Hurry up! Move it! Move it!" Coach Harrington’s urgent voice urged Violet and the rest of the students to gather near the track.

Humans and werewolves stood side by side. Although it was obvious that the werewolves were more relaxed, exuding an air of quiet confidence while the humans mostly exchanged nervous glances.

Even Lila, usually so chirpy and full of energy, hadn’t said a word since they arrived, which worried Violet greatly. Who knew what awaited them for this exercise?

By the time everyone had assembled, Coach Harrington looked utterly satisfied with the arrangement, then announced, "Alphas, take over."

Wait, what? Violet turned so quickly her neck almost cracked. What the hell was going on here?

Before she could understand a thing, Asher and Roman had stepped out from among the group, pure evil smiles plastered on their faces. Whatever they had planned, it was obvious none of them would like it.

Would the coach really sit back and let the students take over his class like this? It couldn’t be. Except that was literally the case.

Violet’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she watched the coach settle into a folding chair, legs crossed, a large umbrella parasol shielding him from the sun. On the table beside him was a cold drink that he was already sipping. It was as if he were on a luxurious vacation rather than in charge of a training session.

What the hell? Where had all this even come from? She’d only turned her head for a few seconds, and he was already lounging comfortably. What in the goddesses’ name was going on? Violet’s head spun.

"And it begins," Lila finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of silence.

Lila, an impending sense of dread tightening her

We’re basically entertainment to them.

was dumbfounded. "You had all this information, and

brows. "I thought you didn’t like it when

She threw her hands up in frustration. "Not when it’s the right information!" she

skip this," Lila replied with a low voice. "They take it upon themselves to make sure everyone is

here to take the load off the coach’s shoulders by teaching his

heart only

in sight. Instead, he stepped forward, his expression all business. His eyes scanned the crowd, calculating

could decide which way to

one word, all new students. The better halves are mostly made up of elite students who’ve

of new students, both humans and werewolves. At least this time there

perhaps the elite students had immunity from whatever Asher and Roman had

pounding in her chest as she hoped to make her escape unnoticed. She took small steps, her eyes shifting cautiously as she approached the elite

safe, she thought, until she bumped into a solid wall of muscle. Her heart skipped a beat, and

She forced a sweet smile and turned to face Asher,

said, nodding as if he was considering her

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