The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view
I was covered with sweat and breathing heavily by the time I was done training with the young warriors who were in their first
year of shifting. We had begun training every young male and female so they would be able to protect themselves if the time
ever came. Every pack, coven, and kingdom in North Central and those that survived from other regions had begun extensive
training for the war that was almost upon us. We had no idea when Vladimir was going to strike, but his silence so far only meant
one thing. He was rebuilding his army, and we had to be ready.
I walked through the castle doors and hurried quickly to the kitchen to get some water. Ria was there as well, having her meal in
her training clothes, and she was also part of the training. My eyes scanned around, and there was no sign of Brielle.
"Where's Brielle?" I asked, settling on the seat next to Ria.
A short smile found Ria's lips. "Somewhere around, I guess. Probably venting her frustration out or sulking," she said, stifling a
laugh.
I couldn't help but smile. Brielle has been in the worst mood since a few days ago when Killian changed the duties of some of the
warriors and reassigned them to other tasks. Unfortunately, Brielle was one of them. She was taken off the field and assigned to
Castle, and would most likely not join the war. That didn't sit well with the female Beta, but Killian did it for her and Allen,
especially for their pup that was almost on its way. Brielle was already ten weeks gone, and since wolves' pregnancy was far
different from that of humans, she had three more weeks left.