AMARA'S POV
“Stretch your arms, and feel the energy from all parts of your body,” Gamma Vincent instructed. His tawny eyes casted a judging look at me. Albeit, he wasn't as open about the hatred at Kanesha. Still, I could see the minute disapproval in his eyes.
Elara whined. She wasn't having any of this. Afterall, she'd been doing gofor to be the next od all these years by sprinting and training in solitude. That was all she'd been used to, all her life.
I did as Gamma Vincent instructed. Alpha Theron had travelled to the West province for pack politics and had given Gamma Vincent express permission to make sure I was in great hands at all times.
Training. Making sure my wounds heal properly. Heck! Monitoring my movements. I couldn't even take prolonged evening strolls anymore.
