D A M O N
T H R E E W E E K S L A T E R
I watched Kiara from my office window as she trained with a group of young wolves in the pack grounds below.
After the incident with Nolan, I was initially hesitant about letting her train, especially with how badly she was injured. I wanted her to take it easy, to rest and let her body heal. But she was stubborn. She insisted. She said she needed to feel strong again. She needed to know that she could defend herself.
So I relented. And I was glad I did.
She was a natural. It was unbelievable how good she was, how quickly she learned. She moved with a grace and a fluidity that was breathtaking to watch. She was strong and fast. But not really a match for the female warriors that had years and years of training.
Her body was healing too. The b
