CIARA
The training grounds were entirely empty, the morning air was cold, but my palms were sweating as Hayes finally released my wrist. The sudden loss of his body heat made my skin shiver.
He turned around, his broad shoulders blocking out the view of the pack house behind him.
"Get into a stance," Hayes ordered, his voice flat and hard.
I stood there, blinking at him.
"A stance? Hayes, I've never fought anyone in my life. In Riverstone, omegas aren't allowed near the training fields. We are only taught to submit."
A dark, dangerous flash crossed his eyes at the mention of my old pack. His jaw clenched tightly.
"This isn't Riverstone, Ciara. And I don't need you to submit to anyone but me. If a northern warrior gets past my guards again and shatters that car glass, submission w
