C12 Marcus Range.

Marcus Range.

The training yard had a thick smell of sweat and blood as snow fell around them. Marcus paced around his opponent, muscles that stood out under his ripped shirt, steam rising from his warm skin in the cold air. Across from him, as he tended to the cut on his broken lip, and smiled.

Alpha, you’re at a standstill, " Lucas said as he came out at a, which had most men in pain