*Zay*
As I approach the barn-like building that houses our pack gym, I hear music playing. With Marshall, Sherry, and LZ up by the house and our two loved-up couples out for a walk with the dogs, I deduce that it can only be Pilar inside.
My curiosity gets the better of me, and I slowly walk closer, peeking in. I blame it on my Alpha genes. Pilar is in great shape, no doubt from working out regularly, and I can't help but feel a bit like a stalker as I watch her.
Latin rhythms fill the air, and to my surprise, she is dancing gracefully to the music. Clad in a tight black one-piece training suit with pink criss-cross ribbons on her back, she looks incredible. What catches me off guard, though, is the passion and warmth in her movements, her body seeming relaxed and happy as she sways and
