CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
A LITTLE BANTER
AMBER’S POV
Theo tosses me a pair of gloves. I fumble with them like a complete amateur. Which to be fair, I’m.
“This one goes on your right,” he says, smirking slightly as I struggle. I scowl and manage to shove it on with a satisfying snap.
“Don’t patronize me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, tone far too innocent to be genuine.
Ice is practically vibrating inside me. Finally, she growls, he’s useful for something other than pining like a kicked puppy.
“Can we not? And he is not pining,” I grit back mentally. “ I’m trying to focus”.
“Then stop staring at his arms and start throwing punches,”
That earns her a mental shove, which she ignores, obviously. I can’t wait to grow strong enough. Having a primordial wolf inside you, knowing they are
