Zeke's POV
The building looked ordinary from the outside. Plain gray walls, rusty metal doors, broken windows. But inside, it was anything but normal.
"Again!" I shouted, watching as Maya formed a shield of purple energy around herself. She held it for ten seconds before it flickered and died. Sweat dripped down her face.
"I can't hold it any longer," she gasped, dropping to one knee.
"You held it three seconds longer than yesterday," I said, helping her up. "That's progress."
Around us, twenty other hybrids were training. Some were practicing with weapons, others working on controlling their strange skills. Each one was different. Each one was like me—part wolf, part something else. All of us had been tests of the Midnight Syndicate.
Three months ago, I'd been their tool. Now I was building an army against them.
"Zeke, we've got company," called Derek, a hybrid with improved senses even better than mine. He could hear a word from a mile away.
