WILLOW'S POV.
I stood near the sparring circle, arms crossed, watching two young warriors go at each other. My mind wasn’t fully there. Half of me was thinking about the reports Lyra had brought earlier, the other half already planning the journey ahead and how to handle the situation with the rogues.
I was about to call it a day when movement near the entrance caught my attention.
Two figures were walking across the field.
Even from far away, I knew who they were.
Alpha Tyler. And beside him was the last man I’d prepared myself to see this morning — Atlas.
The sight of him caused me to falter.
He walked half a step behind Tyler, his eyes taking in his surroundings.
Every warrior on the field began to slow. The sound of sparring softened, voices dropped, and soon, silence rolled o
