CHAPTER 43: TRESPASSER.

ROWAN

“Move your feet forward, that way you will have more balance when you move to attack your opponent.”

From my position in the stall, I watch as Louis directs some of the younger wolves in training.

They are all runts of their former packs, abandoned because of their weakness but in the past two weeks of being taught by Louis they have come so far.

Blossomed really.

He is such a great teacher, it impresses me.

Patient and kind, firm and gentle.

He doesn't ridicule them for their mistakes, but actually looks at why they are making the mistakes and helps in correcting them.

A far cry from how Dominic used to train his own wolves.

Dominic, again.

Ever since that night, when I had seen that wolf, he has been popping into my head.

It is beyond maddening.

I shake the thoughts of him out of my head as I focus on Louis, this time on the way his muscles flex while demonstrating a technique

“You are drooling.”

“What?!” I snap out as I slap my hand over my mouth only to discover nothing.

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