Chapter TWO

The stage lights were bright, their heat beating down on Alina in her leotard and her soft dance shoes. She was sweating through the tiny spandex thing, despite the chill outside.

“Again,” Alina repeated, barely out of breath, as they finished the last steps of the number she and Yasmin had choreographed.

She had been training with the two females for the last five days under Yasmin’s tutelage, and Alina was having the time of her life. Marcella and Rosalyn were fantastic dancers, if a little bitchy. But that was nothing new.

The dance world was not all pink satin and thunderous applause. It was blood, sweat, tears, and some of the most brutal, back-stabbing Alina had ever witnessed. Both females were Shifters, one a Leopard, and one a Wolf. Once upon a time, they’d been classically trained, but not cut out for the grueling world of ballet.