Gideon rubbed the bridge of his nose, exhaustion threading through him. He hadn't slept since Vaelor had confronted him about keeping Henrietta here was a direct violation of Council expectations, if they learned about it, and training her to control her wolf shift.
It wasn't his intention to agree to train her, but to understand her condition better, he wanted to witness what potential Henrietta had as a werewolf.
Would she be more dangerous as a werewolf than she had ever been as an Argenthal hunter?
Could she, with training, reach a point where she could challenge him?
Defeat him?
The question should've irritated him. Instead, it sparked something sharp and electric in his chest.
He had too many questions and no answers. So he shoved them aside. For now. He would unravel them whe
