JASMINE
On Monday, I arrived at training after going to temple service that morning. We were on a new rotation, and I’d be part of a different group with a new instructor. I was surprised to see that Lucy was joining our sparring session that morning. All pack members had to spar for two hours every other week, and they signed up anywhere there was space. Lucy had clearly chosen this one.
She instantly spotted me and came over to say, “I love when I can get into a session with Charlie Kemp. All you have to do is flirt with him a little, and he’s like putty in your hands.”
At the mention of his name, dread filled the pit of my stomach. I knew that Blake’s former friend, who had accosted me almost a year ago, was a warrior, but I didn’t know he was also a trainer. I hadn’t bothered to che
