Mish's POV
The spars continue, Wes's hand never leaving mine as he calls the pairings and watches before offering his feedback.
It is only after the last spar that he moves, hand still in mine, as we make our way back onto the podium.
Wes leaves me to stand beside Jiren as he gives the wolves his next instructions.
The attendees heading off on a run as four sets of eyes now turn to me, my father speaking first as he asks, "What the hell do you think you're doing here?".
"I'm fine" I huff.
Wes eyes me before moving closer, his hands tracing gently before pressing into my skin, and somehow he finds it.
He finds the one spot that makes me flinch away from his touch.
Flashes cloud my mind and I stumble as I step away.
Wolves... rogues... so many rogues.
I close my eyes, fresh tears
