LILY
Three days had passed since the shadow beast attack, and Ace was already moving around like nothing had happened.
Werewolf healing was no joke.
The deep gashes on his arm had closed into pink scars, and the puncture wounds on his shoulder were barely visible. Meanwhile, I was still having nightmares about claws and glowing yellow eyes.
I sat by the window in my room, watching him in the backyard below as he moved through what looked like combat training with Marcus. Shirtless. Again.
My mouth went dry.
This was becoming a problem.
Every time I saw him, my heart did this stupid fluttering thing. Every time he smiled at me, heat pooled low in my stomach. Every time he touched me even just a casual brush of fingers my skin felt like it was on fire.
It was terrifying.
The last ti
