~Vesper’s POV~
I sat on a flat ledge, my fingers trembling as I sharpened a set of throwing knives. The echoes of the camp were overwhelming, the sound of armor being strapped on, the low hum of Chelsea practicing her veils, and the steady, rhythmic breathing of twenty five warriors finding their courage. "You're over thinking the blade," a low voice rumbled behind me, I didn't need to turn around to know it was Kael. The mate bond reacted before my senses did, a heat blooming in my belly that made the cold mountain air vanish. He sat down beside me, his large, calloused hand gently covering mine to stop the sharpening stone."Your rhythm is off," he whispered, his grey eyes searching mine. "You're listening to the fear in the valley instead of the strength in this camp."
"I'm listening t
