Aria Snow pov :
Three weeks.
It had been exactly twenty-one days since the Marking Ceremony.
It was impossible to feel afraid when my mind was constantly, warmly tethered to the three Alphas.
standing in the center of the dusty, sunlit outdoor training arena, I could feel them in my head.
"Keep your guard up, Snow!" Killian barked, his voice echoing sharply across the arena.
He didn't hold back. He forward, throwing a rapid left hook aimed directly at my shoulder. I ducked, feeling the wind of his massive fist breeze past my ear, and spun gracefully on my heel, sweeping my leg out to catch him right behind the knee.
Killian stumbled slightly but caught his balance instantly, his eyes flashing with pride.
"Better," Killian grinned, wiping a drop of sweat from his brow with
