Wes's POV
Another morning. Another training. Another thirteen days without Mish.
Lycan training isn't that different to wolf, although their running pace makes Mish's look slow.
I'm still catching my breath when James, their second, greets me and asks I follow him back to the king's.
I nod my agreement, words still beyond me as my lungs beg for gulps of air.
My breath has evened out, but I'm still covered in sweat as I'm delivered back to the king's living room.
"A little harder than you are used to?" he asks as he offers me a glass of water.
"Your legs are a little longer" I smile before gulping the glass down in one.
The king nods for me to sit before he does the same, James sitting down beside him.
"We have plans to visit the eastern plains of our familial today, wondered if yo
