~Excuses?~
~Harlow~
Draped in a black blazer I had found in my closet, I clutched my wooden sword, drawing an imaginary line on the lush, green grasses beneath my shoes. The air was cold and chilly, it effortlessly pierced through my blazer, making goosebumps rise on my skin, but my heart warmed up at the thought of Devon training me.
He had asked me to wait at the pack field, where the pack warriors usually trained. Since it was still dawn, it was quite dark, white fog covering up the pack house metres away.
I raised my head and sighed out.
I'd been waiting for minutes.
It has been half an hour now.
Tightening my grip on the sword, I made my way towards the pack house, but I paused when Devon’s Beta, Orion, jogged towards me, a sword protectively enclosed in a silver case sway
