Remi's POV
The late afternoon sun hung low on the horizon, streaking the hybrid pack's territory with hues of gold and amber. The air was crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and damp earth, a welcome reprieve from the intensity of training. My muscles ached, but it was the kind of ache that came with progress—a reminder of how far I'd come since I first stepped onto this field.
I wiped the sweat from my brow, leaning against the fence as the hybrids began to disperse. Damien had left us to our drills earlier, but his presence lingered. It always did.
Cora appeared at my side, her curls bouncing as she jogged over. "Alright, spill," she said, her grin mischievous.
I raised an eyebrow. "Spill what?"
"Don't play coy. You've been sneaking glances at Damien all day," she tease
