As they approached the mansion, Lance suddenly stopped, turning to Fiore with a glint in his eye. “You said something about not being weak, didn’t you, Luna?”
Fiore felt her stomach twist. “I did…” she replied, her voice cautious.
Lance’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Then how about joining the sparring session? See how the pack trains during winter. You might learn a thing or two.”
Should she join? The thought gnawed at her. It was obvious Lance had some sort of plan, perhaps even an “accident” during sparring. Killed by a packmate in the heat of training—it would be perfect. Fiore felt a chill creep down her spine at the thought. He’s not that cruel… is he?
She hesitated, weighing her options. “...Sure, why not?” Fiore finally replied, though every instinct to
