Aila Coraline
It was almost dusk by the time Zayn and I finished inspecting the border fences. They were weak compared to the packhouse’s defenses, and Zayn seemed determined to reinforce them. I couldn’t help but think this weakness was why rogues could so easily get in.
“Are we the ones doing the construction?” I asked, glancing at him.
The homestead was barely populated now, with most having moved closer to the center of the packlands due to the frequent rogue attacks. I knew that was also why Zayn was assigned here so often, spending most of his time in this part of the territory.
He smirked. “Do you want to?”
I shrugged, unfazed. “If it’ll help, I’m up for it. I’m stronger than I look, you know.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he replied with a playful tone. “But don’t expect me to
