NINA'S POV
The thought of this whole situation made my stomach twist.
I didn’t know if he truly believed in my innocence, or if I was just another problem he needed to handle.
Still, I owed him at least a thank you.
I made my way toward the training grounds first. It was where I usually saw him, overseeing drills or personally sparring with his warriors. Either that or his office .
I wasn't stalking him or anything. That would be creepy.
The scent of sweat and earth grew stronger as I approached, but the place was nearly empty. A few pack members were practicing hand-to-hand combat, but Zane wasn’t among them.
"Looking for someone?"
I turned at the voice.
Caleb. He was one of my dad's subordinates.
His hands were wrapped, probably fresh from a spar, his golden-brown eyes
