Wes's POV
I don't know when I fell asleep, but I do know it was well after midnight when Mish returned, the softness of her steps and actions letting me know she didn't want me to hear her.
When I wake at five and find her already gone, I know she is avoiding me... and I can't help but smile at the effort it must have taken her to get up so early.
I head off to morning training, my body already aching at the thought of another session with Mr Orson.
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I was right to be apprehensive but as I look to the wolves beside me I stand a little taller, not letting them know of the spasms currently coursing through my legs as they beg for reprieve.
Mr Orson dismisses the group, but as I turn, his soft voice enters my m
