“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” I said for the third time as Lycian drove toward the pack house.
“You’ll be fine. It’s just training.”
“Just training where everyone watches me fail at wolf stuff I can’t even do because I’m wolfless.”
“You’re observing. Not participating.” He glanced at me. “And you won’t be alone. Elena will be there. Garrett. Damien.”
“And Sarah. Don’t forget Sarah.”
“I’m choosing to forget Sarah.”
It was Wednesday evening. The sun was setting. Casting everything in orange and gold. Pretty. Except I was too nervous to appreciate it.
My palms were sweating. I wiped them on my jeans.
“What if I embarrass you?” I asked.
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. Because you’re you. And you’re perfect exactly as you are.” He said it so casually. Like it was obv
