The following day, the pair woke up and got ready for their morning training session. Aila was quiet as she pulled her sports bra over her chest and put her hair into two French braids that still nearly fell to her waist. She hoped, if anything, her body may be able to distract him from completely attacking her. Although, her shorts and sports bra did attract a lot of attention from the men, who hid their gazes the moment Alpha Damon snapped his eyes at them.
They walked to the grounds, where the mats were scattered across the field. Instead of going to the area where Chiara stood already stretching on the floor, they continued to a group further back. This was the group she recognised as the elite warriors; she had watched them train a few times and was always in awe at their skills.