Estella’s POV
Learning to connect with my wolf was harder than I thought it would be.
Weeks of training with Dane had taught me to feel the wolf’s pulse in my chest like a second heartbeat and slowly distinguish her thoughts from mine. But every secret meeting with him was a lesson in control, where I had to constantly fight the distraction of his casual touches—his hand brushing my arm to steady me, a knee pressing against mine during combat drills, the warmth of his chest against my back when he showed me certain poses or moves. The whole sneaking in the shadows and whispering in each other’s ears so we weren’t discovered made a special kind of thrill run into my veins that had nothing to do with my wolf.
I was just on my way to another secret meeting with him when Cali caught me tryi
