Artemisia
“So, what the f**k was it?”
My brother stumps up and down the room and I’m getting nervous, also because Fynn is provoking him on purpose, playing with my curls as I try to sit straight on the couch next to him without getting pulled into his lap.
It must look so cringy.
“Just the usual drill,” Fynn says, Cayden stiffening uncomfortably, standing next to me. “We aren’t supposed to share pack secrets. That would be stupid, wouldn’t it?”
“Shut your f*****g trap, Fynn—”
“Woah.” Logan gets in his way, keeping him from pushing further.
Not that Fynn would need any protection.
“We are a strong pack. We have certain warriors with special abilities that require an equally special training schedule. This is nothing of your concern though, and also I’ll have to ask you to a
