At Alpha Marcus’s pack, the evening shadows grew longer, casting a cool, inviting twilight over the training grounds. Zyra, who had spent the day mingling and laughing with the pack members, now felt the chill creeping in. She rubbed her arms, feeling a mixture of fatigue and anticipation. Despite her best efforts to avoid Marcus during the day, she couldn't shake the desire to talk to him. With a small smile playing on her lips, she rose to head back to her room, her gaze fixed on the ...