Finn

The early morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine as I stood in the training grounds, watching my mate.

Scarlett.

She had come so far.

When we first started training, she could barely hold her own against me. But now, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Each strike she threw was sharper, her footwork more correct. She was pushing herself past exhaustion, beyond every limit her body screamed at her to stop at.

And damn, if ...