Chapter 37 The Start Of The Truth

• Kael stood by the window, overlooking the pack members as they rounded up their evening training. Unlike other packs, trainings were usually done twice daily during the weekdays, with the weekends being an exception. The North Central was a warrior pack after all.
• His hand clenched around the whisky glass as he watched them do simple stretches in hurdles, making small talk—no doubt with him as the subject.
• It's been a few hours since he quenched the fire, both literally and practically, yet they couldn't get over it. His reveal was one thing. Ava's was another.