“You really need to be more careful, Jonah,” I scowl, lowering my hand away from his arm. The nasty, jagged cut he received during training sews itself up, the redness evaporating and leaving fair skin in its place. The sun is barely above the trees, and I’m already busy with injuries. Life in the pack means being awake before the sun though.
“I know. Thanks, alpha!” The young boy leaps to his feet and bounds out the door.
I chuckle, turning to where I have Amaris propped up in a bassinet in the corner. Her bright, watchful eyes remain trained on me as I move around the cabin Ryder had set up for me to work from. Amaris may only be a couple of months old, but the way she observes my work with such focus and attention has me wondering if she’s picking up on more than I believe.
The door
