Bree’s P.O.V.
Archer took me to the training grounds of the Grey pack. I had been there before when I was young, but I had never gone there to train myself. When I was younger, most wolves went there to hang out after school. Be away from their parents and meet up with friends or a secret lover. Or, in my case, finally being able to be alone and away from everybody. I was catapulted back in time, a trip to the past, as I once again found myself sitting on the stand, alone, looking down at the field at the muscled men who were training. Running, sparring, fighting in human or in their wolf form. Only this time, one of them was constantly eyeing me, and I couldn’t help but to smile back at him, seeing how he looked to be proud whenever I did that. I finally had time to think.
Really think
