EVELARA
The sunlight was streaming through my chamber windows, illuminating the edges of my hair and giving it a golden hue, while I, a bothered mess, paced through the room like a useless ball.
The morning's events had already unsettled me, but now, Lucien's unanticipated suggestion of "training" left me struggling between embarrassment and stupidly intrigue.
Ugh, I was still recovering from breakfast, my heart racing from remembering his stormy eyes and how he held my hand like I was his forever. And now he wants me to see him at the training grounds? Is he bloody kidding me!?
Dravara, my wolf, purred softly, circling my mind like a cat ready to pounce. ‘Why so bothered, just accept the invitation. We still need ground training, remember? Sigh- it's been years we have been
