Missy
An arm dropped over my shoulder as Sol and I walked into the packhouse for dinner. I followed it behind me to see Maddox smiling down at me. “Saw you guys watching training. You didn’t want to come join?” he joked. I ducked out from under his arm quickly.
“Yea. I am not the fighting type,” Sol said. I looked at her, and she was giving me a knowing smile.
“We’re werewolves. It is in our DNA, Sol. I bet you are pretty fast,” Maddox said.
“Yea, fast to fall on my face!” she said, exasperated. I laughed at her; she was pretty clumsy.
“You didn’t want to come test out your skills out on me?” Maddox turned to me.
“Uh, no. I’ll pass….” I said, diverting my gaze to the floor. We entered the dining room as Maddox continued.
“Well, then do you want to go for a run with me after di
