Marcus POV

I leaned against the wall of the training room, watching Lydia move through her meditation exercises with grace.

She’d been back at Blackthorn for three weeks now, and in all that time, I’d barely managed to have a real conversation with her that didn’t involve pack business or Selene’s training.

She looked thinner than when she’d arrived. Dark circles shadowed her eyes despite the healing magic she possessed. Even though it didn’t make her any less ...