Seth
Watching Liora in the corner of the training room, talking with Evette as the two she-wolves work out, I find myself smiling and thinking about how this is how life should be.
I spent years under my father’s grasp, scared of the destruction of my pack if I went against his wishes, and nearly lost the best damn thing ever placed into my life because of it.
“Need a sparring partner?”
Jumping, I whirl around, intending to punch the person who snuck up on me, only to stop my fist from colliding with Marco’s nose. The warrior smiles at me sheepishly, neither flinching nor retaliating from my sudden attack.
“Sorry, Marco. I didn’t hit you, did I?” I ask awkwardly, lowering my fist as Zelda slinks around me, amusement in her eyes as she walks towards my mate and her friend.
“It’s fine
