Lola’s POV

The moment I arrived at the Packhouse, I headed straight for the locker room and changed into my training gear.

I didn’t even wait for Flint.

When I walked back into the training room, he was already there, his hair still damp from an earlier shower.

He leaned casually against the railing, watching me with that halfsmile that always made me want to roll my eyes.

“You could’ve at least taken a break first,” he said.

I scoffed. “After training for six hours, the alpha wolf ...