Nyra’s POV
I noticed her the moment she walked into the training grounds. Gareth’s female Alpha.
She had been working quietly in my house for months, always calm, always alert. Too alert for a simple servant. I had been watching her.
She stopped in front of me and bowed slightly. “Alpha Nyra… may I speak?”
“Go on,” I said.
She kept her hands folded politely. “I want to be more useful. Cleaning and running errands is fine, but I can help the pack better than that. I’m strong, and I learn fast. Please allow me to train.”
I studied her face and I see no arrogance or challenge. Just steady determination.
“What’s your name?” I asked, pretending it was my first time asking.
“Aliya,” she answered quickly.
“And why should I trust you with combat training?” I pressed.
She swallowed light
