AMBER
I watched in fascination as the warriors trained—not just men, the women too. The women in the pack were fearless, their strength matching their male opponents of not exceeding it at times.
One, in particular, fought with such passion; I wondered if she genuinely hated the man in front of her.
The man with the golden eyes.
Dominic.
I’d be lying if I said my eyes didn’t return to him every five seconds, watching the way his arms wrapped around the woman’s waist or the way he laughed when she screamed with frustration, attempting to throw him over to no avail.
“Who’s the woman?” I asked Helen, who’d become a good friend to me. Dante was meeting with another Alpha in the packhouse, and he’d asked me if I wanted to watch the warriors’ training.
“Huh? Which woman?” Helen gazed at m
