"You're doing it wrong."
I glared at Damon Whitlock across the training mat. We'd been working on combat skills for three hours and I was exhausted, bruised, and not in the mood for criticism.
"Then show me the right way instead of just telling me I'm failing," I snapped.
He grinned, clearly enjoying pushing my buttons. Damon had arrived at the safe house yesterday, sent by his sister Serena to help train me. He was tall and muscular with the same silver hair as Serena but warmer eyes. Still dangerous though. Very dangerous.
"Your problem is you're thinking like a human doctor. Precise. Careful. Controlled." He circled me like a predator. "But you're a wolf. An Alpha wolf. You need to tap into that instinct. That wildness. Stop thinking and just feel."
"Easy for you to say. You've bee
