Isabella’s POV
It seemed that everything had been brought under control with the same abruptness with which it had spiraled.
I winced as I watched Jack—the recruit who had been the first to lose control of his wolf—fall for what seemed like the hundredth time as he completed another lap around the massive field.
Ethan let out a low growl from beside me, and Jack tiredly pushed to his feet with shaking arms and started running again. My gaze shifted to York, who was a few yards ahead. Though he hadn’t fallen as many times as Jack, he didn’t seem to be faring any better than the young recruit. I felt a twinge of pity for the older man.
“Is this really necessary?” I whispered to Ethan again. I’d been protesting since he’d issued the punishment for the two men.
“Yes,” he responded stiffly, his arms folded across his broad chest and his brows furrowed in seriousness.