SERAPHINA’S POV
Three straight days of hosting duties had drained me more than I wanted to admit.
Smiling until my jaw ached, bowing, shaking hands, welcoming one self-important Alpha after another—it was exhausting in a way even training wasn’t.
But now, finally, the last of the visiting packs had been settled. Tonight, at least, I had my hours back.
After seeing all my potential competitors, I was determined to pour those hours into training. After throwing that miraculous punch at Maya, I didn’t want to lose my momentum.
She was already stretching when I walked into the private training room, her braided ponytail swinging behind her like a whip.
The floor smelled faintly of resin and leather, mats worn down from hours upon hours of werewolves honing themselves against each other.
My muscles hummed with anticipation, though a heavy weariness still clung to me from all the public courtesies I had been forced to perform.
