C11 No pity for the weak

Vanessa’s pov,

The next morning, I woke up to a knocking sound on my door. I immediately jumped out of bed and opened the door suspiciously. I saw a muscular, blond man with lots of scars on his face, standing outside my door. He did not smile when he said, “You must be Vanessa. My name is Blake, and I am the trainer of the pack