AARON POV
Amber had knocked that she-wolf flat on her ass, and I couldn’t have been prouder if I’d tried. My sweet, soft-spoken mate had walked into her first training session and made it crystal clear that no one was going to mess with her. Watching her outmaneuver the redhead like that? Damn. It was the perfect mix of skill, instinct, and a little sass. I’d known she had fire, but seeing it firsthand?. It was a whole new level.
Alan had nudged me during the sparring match, smirking as the girl hit the ground for the second time. *“She’s going to be a handful,”* he said through our mind link, pride dripping from his voice.
*“Alek’s going to lose it,”* I’d replied, half-joking. My older brother’s possessive streak was already bad enough; watching Amber dominate a fight like that was b
