Melina POV
Dennis led us to the training hall. It was massive, filled with expensive equipment and mirrors lining the walls. My heart raced at the sheer size of it, but I tried to stay focused.
Mason entered shortly after. His presence was… intense. He looked at me, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Show me what you've got, Melina," he said. "Try punching me."
I hesitated, then threw a punch. He laughed soft, deep, amused. I couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when laughing.
"Is that a punch? Or what? Your hands are like feathers, Melina," he teased. "This is how you throw a punch. Make a tight fist, wrap your fingers over your thumb to avoid breaking it, and make sure your thumb sits on the outside."
I followed his instructions carefully.
"That's it. Now, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, one foot slightly behind the other, knees loose for balance."
I did exactly as he said, trying not to stare at him too much.
"Now, try throwing the punch again."
I threw it. Harder, sharper.
"You're a fast learner," he said, smiling approvingly.
The rest of the day was spent learning how to kick, dodge punches, and move strategically. My muscles ached, my arms trembled, but my mind was sharp, calculating every move.
At the end of the session, Mason told Dennis to take me back to my room. As we walked, I finally asked the question that had been bothering me since the morning.
"Dennis… who is Mars?"
Dennis glanced at me. "Mars is the name of the Alpha wolf. And I have my own name, Den short for Dennis."
"Oh… so every wolf has a name, right?" I asked, curious.
"Yes," he said simply.
After a short while, we arrived at my room. I immediately went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and then picked up the telephone. Shelda had told me I could use it if I needed her. I called her and requested a bowl of popcorn and a drink. I needed something to keep my mouth busy while I studied the map.
When shelda arrived with my order, I thanked her and settled onto my bed. I spent the whole afternoon carefully studying the map, tracing paths, and noting exits.
Now I had to figure out his safe or vault. How would I even get into his room? I pondered the question long into the evening, turning over possibilities in my mind. Eventually, sleep crept up on me, heavy and irresistible.