Nicholas’s POV
I stood at the edge of the training field, arms crossed, watching the young warriors spar in both human and wolf form.
On one side, Hazel’s personal team with fierce determination—every strike, every block, every shift looked like their lives depended on it. I was impressed. They trained harder than most, as if protecting their queen was the only purpose they had left in this world.
Hazel wasn’t in sight, but Dimitri was there, moving between the groups, correcting form, shouting orders. Our eyes locked for a brief moment. He gave a respectful bow, then turned back to the warriors without a word.
There was something in his eyes I couldn’t quite place. Loyalty, yes. But also a quiet protectiveness that made my wolf stir uneasily.
I hadn’t stopped thinking about Hazel all
