Clare’s POV
The training grounds were packed like they always were. The wolves had one goal and one goal only in mind. We always had to be getting stronger, faster. It was the way we lived, and it was the only way to truly live–because giving anything less than everything meant certain death in this world.
I was about to find a sparring partner, someone that I could do a couple of warm-ups with, when I saw someone familiar, someone who definitely should not be there.
I stalked over to Leonel.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed at him, my voice low. “You know that this is a confidential training area. You aren’t allowed in here. And you shouldn’t have followed me here. You’re breaking the tenants of the agreement.”
If this arrangement was going to work, then certain boundaries had to be established. And they had been. But there was no point in executing all of those rules if he was just going to be breaking them all the time. That wasn’t how it worked.
