Chapter 117

When the man stood in front of him, Harris first took note of the way he held his sword. The broad-chested man's grip on it was tight but imbalanced, and he saw this. Perhaps weeks of intensive training had done him better than he believed it would. Harris had been carefully and brutally training with the wolves since he arrived. He knew that the only way he would not be thrown into the streets is if he could impress the chief, Jesse Wyatt. The man had said he would be present to watch today's training session. And for some reason, they were training with swords. Of course, Harris never saw the use. If they ever went to war against any pack, they would make use of guns and combat. However, Jesse had said that necessary swordsmanship skills taught a man focus, agility, strength, and speed for physical combat. So there he was, holding on to the steep blade as if his life depended on it because it did. Harris shook his head, he wished could easily wipe the sword out of the man's hands and