Jake ran a hand through his sweat-slick hair, pushing it back from his face as he crossed the training grounds to where Lyra was sitting, stretching. He had pushed himself hard today, trying to work off all the restless energy that had built under his skin all week. Training was the only thing that seemed to help, besides burying himself in Lyra every chance he got.
She was talking to one of the male warriors, but he noticed Halle off to the side. Her expression looked pained, almost hollow, like she was there in body only. He hated seeing that. He knew the feeling all too well. Less than two weeks ago, he had been terrified that his own mate would never warm up to him. He had felt like he was operating in a fog.
As he got closer, he recognized Gage, one of the younger warriors. The man
