Jamie-Lee’s POV
It’s been three days since we rushed Bailee into the pack clinic and she’s finally been allowed home, though she’s whining constantly as our mother is fussing over her like she’s fatally wounded. The only time she plays up the sick child look is when our father mentions her returning to training, then she’s touching her neck and wincing before lying back on the pillows saying she needs to sleep.
I’m trudging back to my room after a particularly gruelling training session of my own. I’m covered in mud, my hair has twigs and grass stuck in it and I must smell awful. For the first time I’m starting to wish I had an excuse not to train because Dorien was a slave driver! Two hundred push ups! I’m a werewolf, not a bloody body builder!
Pushing open my door weakly, I step into
