Killian's POV.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I watched them flail. The Alpha Heirs...my so-called elite trainees...struggling like newborn pups on the climbing rig. They groaned, slipped, grunted, muttered excuses. Some even laughed at each other’s failures. I could feel my wolf stirring, sharp and hot against my ribs, desperate to tear something apart. Not one of them could handle the climb. Not one.
“Pathetic,” I growled under my breath. “All of you.”
A bead of sweat ran down my temple. The air was thick with their complaints, the smell of exertion and fear. And there, among the murmurs and the frustrated laughter, I saw movement at the edge of the clearing. He had come.
Rowan.
I froze. My chest tightened. That boy, that cursed, annoying, infuriating mate,
