Amaura Lawson POV:
It was a beautiful day in Everglades City. The golden rays of the afternoon sun made everything look brighter: the green grass, the white papyrus flowers, the water. After training for an hour, the warriors longed for a swim in the sea so they could cool off. I was standing right beside Flint as he encouraged his athletes...well, sort of.
“Why are you running behind, Arthur? In the water, now!” my boyfriend screamed at the last guy in line. Soon after, he turned his attention to one of the warriors who had just started swimming. “What the hell is that front crawl, Lombardi? Your arms look like f*****g noodles! That’s not what I taught you!” he yelled, and immediately, the poor boy straightened his posture to use clean, powerful strokes.
As Beta-in-training, Flint was
