Rihanna’s POV

Lana seethed, glaring in the direction Chris had gone. I tried to calm her down; there was no need to chase after him. I would only get myself exposed or injured, but surely not killed. He had hesitated when handling me—I suspected I still carried the scent of Black Hills.

Dara mind-linked me, asking if the warriors should return. I affirmed, “Today’s training should end. That Alpha has ruined my mood.”

Camilla, in her wolf form, crawled toward me as ...