CHAPTER 23

DEVONNE’S POV

My face was swollen for days, Two weeks later the bruises on my face had mostly faded. Apparently I couldn’t heal as fast as a normal wolf. Which sucked, but I’m over it.

I didn’t spend two weeks idle, what happened in the training grounds was enough proof that I had become rusty. I wonder if I could even fire a gun with that razor sharp focus I used to have.

I spent my mornings going through my own routines, spent the afternoons and evenings with Arian, either doing his weird breathing exercises or sparring.

If anyone was wondering, No….he wasn’t head over heels for me yet and I still despised him. Sometimes I do wonder if we were really mates, maybe some twisted hand of fate had decided to play with us. I didn’t believe in fate though. If anything, I took my own fate into my hands the day my husband died. Oh Lucas.

Anyways two weeks later I was brought into the training grounds again, with the same bait of being able to send a single email to whom ever I wanted. I