The morning started out wonderfully, waking up in Devon’s arms. I have training with Tommy, Devon’s third in command, and future Gamma once we take the throne. Since being here in Maine, I try to keep up with my training, so I stay in shape in case of an attack.
I found him in the gym, just past the gardens, stretching for the morning training. He smiled as I approached. “Lady, I am ready for my daily ass-kicking,” he joked, bowing down to me. I giggled at his antics and sat on the ground to stretch.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I asked him after I stretched.
“Five-mile run in human form, then ten miles in wolf,” he explained. “Then some new moves I learned when I was in New York, then sparring.”
“So, I get to kick your ass again today,” I said, smiling. Devon walked into the gym an
