A Fragile Truce
"You’ve got to be kidding me."
Flora folded her arms, eyeing the group of soldiers assembled before her.
Across from her, Adrian mirrored her stance, looking just as displeased. "I don’t like it either, but orders are orders."
They stood at the edge of the training grounds, surrounded by a dozen soldiers. The latest directive? A joint military operation between the army and the pack to strengthen defences along the border. It wasn't just about strategy-it was a political move to show unity. Which meant working together.
Flora exhaled sharply. "Fine. But let's get one thing straight-this isn't a reunion. It's a mission. Keep it professional."
Adrian's jaw clenched, but he nodded. "Agreed."
Dawson, standing to Flora's right, gave a low whistle. "Well, this'll be fun."
