Nicole's Pov
After lunch, I make my way back upstairs to Drake's apartment, my mind already shifting to the upcoming training session. I slip out of my current outfit and into another wrap dress, the practicality of it perfect for shifting. The fabric is soft and comfortable, and I tie it securely at the waist, knowing it will be easy to loosen when the time comes.
Taking a moment to gather myself, I glance in the mirror. My reflection looks calm, but beneath the surface, a mix of determination and nervous energy swirls. Training is important, I know that, but it doesn’t make the process any less daunting.
Satisfied with my appearance, I head back downstairs to Drake’s office. The halls are quiet, and the soft hum of activity from the pack grounds filters in through the windows. When I
