Amelia's p.o.v
I stood seriously on the training grounds with Ian in front of me. His expression was rather cold and his stance intimidating.
He wore blue jeans and a white vest. His hair was brushed backward and it made him look very attractive.
As for me, I was in a brown short and a baggy blue shirt, not that I wanted to but because Ian had asked me to put them on.
A few days ago we were happily chatting and spending time together. When I joked about being weak, he comforted me and pointed out how I was the strongest in our pack. I was happy to hear that but I also felt sad because that was all Aurora. He noticed how I felt and asked me what the problem was. I honestly explained to him how Aurora was the strong one. If I was strong, then I was strong in receiving hits and taking in
