Chapter 83
Andrew's POV
“What about this?” Vera held up a sword, barely holding on to its weight. "This looks like something I can handle."
“Too big for your size," I replied, my hands stuck inside my pants’ pocket as I leaned against a pillar in the pack's sparring gym, where I've trained since I could handle a knife.
She sighed, clearly exhausted and frustrated by how many weapons I had declined her from using for sparring. I suggested she begin training with me and the rest of the gamma if she really wanted to learn how to defend herself. And just like I had thought—she was interested in the whole thing.
I had found out something a week ago as Vera and I began to get along a bit—which took a lot of trying so hard from my end and a lot of distancing from Vera’s end.
She had no wol
