Kendrick
From where I stood at the edge of the field, I could see everything—every movement, every exchange, every subtle shift in the mood of my pack. I always liked this vantage point. It kept me in control. Removed, but ever-present. Watching. Measuring. Dominating.
But today, my eyes weren’t on the fights.
They were on her.
Kimberly.
She sat beneath the shade of an old tree, her arms resting loosely in her lap, her face tilted toward the ring. The sunlight caught in the strands of her hair, turning them gold in places. I should have been watching the sparring. I should have been focused on the way my warriors moved—their strengths, their weaknesses, their failures—but the truth was, I barely registered any of it.
All I saw was her.
She’d been invited by some of the warriors to c
