-Austin POV-
I stand impatiently watching Hunter make his way up the front stairs of the training house as he puts his phone in his pocket.
“So?” I ask.
He nods. “She’s fine. The enemy still doesn’t know who she is to you.”
I give a deep breath of relief. I get the same news every day but every day I worry.
He slaps my shoulder. “Relax. This is working.”
I nod.
To say that this is a weird interaction with him is an understatement but, we have become closer since I’ve been here with him.
I learned that my father and Hunter's father knew each other when they were children. Growing up they were acquaintances and respected each other. The packs weren't always enemies. It started when Hunter's father met his mate and she was the spitting image of my dead grandmother who died whe
