Myra’s heart hammered wildly in her chest as she sprinted deeper into the female army base. Fear clawed at her throat. What was he doing here? Seeing Aiden again felt like a sharp knife ripping open an old wound she had fought so desperately to close. Her wolf, Amelia, whimpered and retreated to the back of her mind, leaving Myra feeling even more alone.She stumbled into a quiet corner of the training hall, slid down the wall, and buried her face in her arms, knees drawn tightly to her chest. Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps as she tried to calm the storm inside her.
Aiden lost sight of the ginger-haired figure near the edge of the field. He cursed loudly, slamming his fist against the steering wheel. He had been so sure it was Myra, that familiar curvy silhouette, that unmistaka
