Chloe’s Point of View
The afternoon sun is warm as I make my way down to the training grounds. I can hear voices, grunting, shouting, and the thud of bodies hitting the dirt. There are pack members sparring in pairs with Jason barking instructions, but my attention is drawn to Zayde, standing in the center.
It doesn’t take him long to realize I am here and the moment his eyes find me, his whole face softens into a smile.
“Alright, two laps around the perimeter, then back to sparring drills. Go!”
He calls out loudly and the trainees scatter into motion. Zayde strides over to me, brushing sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm.
“Chloe.”
His voice is warm, but I hear the underlying worry. He cups my cheek, and leans down to kiss me gently.
“Are you okay? You shouldn’t be ou
