Amara's POV
With a sense of urgency in my step, I make my way towards the training grounds, where Adrik spends his afternoons honing his skills. As I draw closer, the sight of his powerful form in motion brings a sense of awe to me. The way his muscles bulge and flex as he trains with his packmates is a mesmerizing sight to behold.
I take a moment to compose myself, watching with admiration as Adrik finishes his training and wipes the sweat from his brow. His rugged features, usually so stern and focused, soften when he sees me standing there, and a small smile plays at the corners of his lips.
I feel a sense of nervousness wash over me as I approach him, my mind racing with thoughts of the information I've uncovered. I take a deep breath, gathering my courage, before speaking. "Adrik,
