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Jasmine. Times like these when they were surrounded by others, she wished she could join in on the discussion Tyrese and Angus were probably having right now. Instead, she waited for them to fill her in.
    Tyrese waved over one of the candidates who had the foresight to wear his gold uniform beneath his clothes. He stopped stretching and walked over. Asia read his name tag, Ethan Mope, the former Marine with high military clearance, assigned to Alpha Jayden in Maryland. He and Tyrese shook hands.
    “Read your file, impressive. I did a short tour oversees, but it was cut short,” Tyrese said.
    La Patron chose Mope, a Native American full-blood from th e Ouachita Mountains of Oklahoma, to head the office in Maryland. Mopes, an unmatched hunter, spent 25 years in the Marines. Given enough time he always found his prey. Similar in height to Tyrese, Mope was around six foot three, just as wide as Tyrese across the chest, bronzed complexion, mahogany hair with a widow’s peak, and dark eyes with specks of amber. Asia saw his ancestral pride in every step he took. He epitomized an old school warrior, possibly a chief of a tribe, and would make a great Alpha one day.
    “I heard about that, it created a ripple through the ranks. Is it true, you and your twin are connected to that degree?” Mope asked.
    Asia wondered how Mope knew and then remembered his clearance level.
    Tyrese nodded. “He’ll be here later; we’ll give a demonstration so there are no surprises in the field.”
    “After seeing you morph into baby Hulk, I’ll believe anything. Really looking forward to this week,” Mope said.
    “Great,” Tyrese said. “Head over to that door and when I signal, lock it. Whoever’s late misses tonight and will need to petition La Patron to remain in the program.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Mope jogged to the door, his long braid slapping his back as he moved.
    Asia did a few stretches and looked at Angus, who stood to the side with his arms crossed and legs braced apart. Finished warming up, she looked at Tyrese, who stared at his watch.
    Glancing across the room, she did a quick count, everyone sat on the floor in three different colored uniforms. Cheesy, Tyrese called it, but they couldn’t come up with another way to quickly separate the groups for training purposes. By her numbers, everyone made it back on time.
    Tyrese motioned to Mope who locked the door and then sat on the floor with others dressed in the same gold color. Wolves, and full-blooded Alphas in particular, challenged authority; it was in their DNA, a part of what made them pack. Silas had reminded Asia and Angus of that when they wanted a short three-day class dealing with just paperwork and administration.
    “If these Alpha trainees don’t believe you are Top Captain, able to physically put them in their place, their wolves will push them to rebel. Your first job is to show you’re Alpha to them,” Silas explained after expanding the training and including combat training. He stared at Asia. “Don’t kill anyone, hurt them, but not to the point they cannot serve.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she agreed, and he smiled.
    Asia was up first. She ran the length of the platform, leapt into the air, and did several flips before landing. Turning, she leapt higher and shifted into her hybrid while in the air and landed on her feet. Spinning and leaping across the room, landing to the side of the trainees wearing red uniforms, she morphed into her largest beast and growled.
    The men sitting near her long claws leaned to the side as they stared up at her. Pleased they couldn’t speak and the lack of color in their faces she glanced to the stage at Angus. He leapt into the air and flipped twice before morphing into his four-legged black wolf. Green eyes gleamed at the trainees as he pranced across the stage.
    Asia returned to human and enjoyed the show. Large as a pony with foot long incisors, his beast was as spectacular as La Patron’s. She wondered if the candidates