LAYLA'S POV
I'm still carrying the number Gears gave me when Rafe corners me after breakfast with a different kind of problem.
"You don't have your wolf. Garrett's escalating. You need to know how to fight."
I agree to the training sessions because he's right, and also because disagreeing with Rafe when he's already decided something is like arguing with a wall that also happens to be devastatingly attractive.
They split the sessions between the three of them, and every single one is a disaster for my sanity.
Rafe teaches hand-to-hand. He's precise and controlled and his body wraps around mine during hold demonstrations in a way that is technically instructional and practically unbearable.
His forearm presses against my throat in a restraint demo. "If someone grabs you from behind, y
