Lucas’s POV
“You’re not twisting your hips enough,” I say, planting my hands on Harper’s hips and guiding them as she kicks.
She approached me this morning, after training, and asked if I would help her practice a roundhouse kick. When I asked where her mate was, she shrugged and looked around the training field.
“He was supposed to meet me here, but I don’t see him. So, would you mind? I can’t get enough force or speed in my kick,” she told me, and I agreed.
I shouldn’t have, because touching her sets me on fire in a way I shouldn’t be reacting. But, again, I can’t stop myself. When it comes to Harper, there’s just no way to say no. Besides, who am I to stop her from learning how to protect herself?
“Like this?” She asks, before stepping, turning, and swinging her leg forward. It
