Thane
“Pick it up! Now do it again!”
My warriors continue sparring while I run my fingers through my hair. I’m worried about Lyric. She’s shopping with my mother, sisters, her sister, and aunt for her ceremonial dress. I sent six guards with them, plus Tyler. He refused to stay behind, nor would he allow Emori to go without him.
By rights, Tyler should be here doing his damn job. But with Emori newly turned, Tyler’s Lycan will need to be near her until she accepts his mark. Even with all those guards, I’m still worried something could happen. Lyric could get hurt or, worse, taken. Okay, she’s not going to die, but that means nothing to me. That’s why I’m being so hard on my warriors while training; I’m taking my frustration out on them when I shouldn’t. But I’ll be fu.cked if I care.
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