Page 58 of Nita's Redemption

“Ah, so you’re scared. Gotcha. I’ll work him over for you first, that way you got a fighting chance.” Legend jumped backward, avoiding the swipe Hurricane aimed at his head.

They fell silent as the arena began filling with males and females, all clearly prepared to battle.

Two males walked in with a red-haired female shifter. Their auras were totally different to a shifter while the female was more than just a shifter. Hurricane looked toward his half-brother and his female who was flanked by the other two males who made up their mating. They exuded a lot of power, yet the trio were off the charts powerful.

“You getting fucked up vibes off of those three?” Ledger asked.

Hurricane stared at the male for a second then looked at Legend. “You get any feelings off of them?”

Legend shrugged. “The males are not shifters, and they’re not humans. They’ll kill us if we look at their female wrong.”

He inhaled, wondering what they were. However the words he’d heard the others say before popped into his head. “They must be the demi-gods they told us about.”

“Oh can I have one? Obviously not one of them, but you know, one that isn’t mated to another,” Honor said, grinning from ear to ear.

Hurricane glared down at his twin, growling low until she lifted her hands in surrender.

“No way in hell are you allowed to mate with a demi-fucking anything. Feel me?” he asked.

Honor’s eyes narrowed into slits, never a good sign. Hurricane didn’t relent, his wolf ready to rip out of him and show all who dared to test him exactly who was alpha.

His wolf felt more than saw the aura of his father. Brock was an alpha, every bit as strong and powerful as Hurricane, maybe more. Yet he wasn’t willing to kneel or turn his head and show his throat, not to the male who sent his mother running in fear while she’d been pregnant with twins.

“Good morning, Shadow Ravens and welcome to your first pack training with the Shadow Wolves Crew. As you can see, we are not a huge pack, but we’re well trained. We don’t split up by gender unless that is what your crew would like. As for us, usually I pair up wolves with others who have different strengths so they can help one another increase the other’s abilities. Since I don’t know what your individual strengths are, why don’t we have a sparring match to begin. Each match will last two minutes, and then the next set of wolves will enter the arena. After we’ve seen each shifter fight we will split up into groups to train.” Brock was in the center of the field as he finished speaking.

“Are you battling as well, Alpha?”

Brock held up his right palm, silencing the protests coming from the pack. “I will take part in the training but not the sparring. As the alpha, it isn’t necessary to see my weaknesses, which I would assume goes for you, Hurricane.”

Hurricane gave a respectful nod, his gaze moving toward Tank and the twin males next to him. “How about my brother and his friends? Will they be sparring?”

Before anyone could protest, Tank kissed his female and took up a position next to his father. He looked around at the others who had gathered, smiling a feral grin that made most of the shifters near him move back.

“Of course I’ll be sparring. I am not too full of myself that I won’t spar with my pack, and neither are my brothers.” Tank gestured toward the twin males standing side-by-side with their mate between them.

“Let’s start with one from each pack sparring against one another. Two minutes each match and no shifting. No killing or maiming. If either I or Hurricane calls a halt, you stop or face the consequences, which will be harsh and swift. Everyone understand?” Brock asked.

There were a chorus of yes’ from everyone. However, Brock held up his hand. “As the alpha I am making it an alpha order. There will be no killing, no shifting, no maiming. When I yell stop, you are to stop. I want to hear you say yes alpha. If you are from Hurricane’s pack you will do and say the same to him as he is your alpha. If you do not, then you will not spar with my pack.”

“Are you worried my pack will hurt yours, Brock?” Hurricane asked, hiding his smile behind a snarl.

Brock moved to stand in front of Hurricane. “I have no doubt my entire pack can handle themselves. What I don’t want to worry about is your pack going feral when my pack is following orders. Now will you do as I did and alpha order yours?”

Fuck, he hated having to respect the old male, but there it was. He wasn’t scared of his pack; he was wise. “As alpha of the Shadow Ravens, I alpha order you to not kill, not shift, and not maim during the sparring. When I yell to stop, you are to stop or face my wrath. Understand?”

He held Brock’s eyes as he spoke, getting the yes alpha replies from all his crew.

“Good. We can begin.” Brock nodded at Tank.

“I’ll go first. Who wants to spar with me?” Tank asked, whipping his shirt over his head.

Hayze nodded at Hurricane, stepping forward. He was already shirtless as he stepped forward. “Two minutes to kick his ass? This should be fun.”

Brock took Tank’s shirt while everyone moved to the walls, leaving the center free save for the two shifters.

“Come on, HayHay. Show me what you got,” Tank said, wiggling the fingers of his right hand in a come and get it signal.

Hurricane and Brock stood on opposite sides of the arena, each watching the two combatants circle the other. While he knew Hayze was a great fighter, the clear strength in Tank’s entire body was twice as much as his packmate’s. However Hayze was agile as hell, which would give him an advantage.

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