Aarhea’s Point of View
Logan’s words still lingered when Amara walked up, her smile sweet but her eyes sharp.
“Alpha,” she said gently, “what’s going on here? I heard voices.”
“Nothing important,” I replied quickly.
Amara’s gaze slid toward Jake. “It didn’t sound like nothing. Logan’s right, you know. People are starting to wonder. Why keep someone like Jake so close?”
Jake’s jaw tightened, but his voice was calm. “I don’t need your concern, Amara.”
Logan smirked. “See? Always hiding behind words. He won’t even defend himself properly.”
Jake finally set down the scrolls in his hand. “Defend myself? Fine. Let’s make it simple. Combat trial.”
The hall went silent. My heart skipped.
“Jake—” I started.
But he kept his eyes on Logan. “No more whispers. No more games. You think you’re
