Kendra POV
The cool, fresh air early in the morning got me in a pretty good mood, but it suddenly turned sour when I saw Brandon coming. I had not given him any thought at all as I considered going back to my spot in the forest. Yes, I was looking for trouble, but I had to go back there.
“Um, hi.” Brandon stood awkwardly in front of me. I ignored him as I continued doing my warm-up exercises. “There’s still time before training. Can we talk? Please? Kendra?”
“Maybe after breakfast,” I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable. There were a few other werewolves out with us in the field but scattered around. They were far enough not to hear what Brandon would say if he was careful not to speak loudly. In a matter of minutes, more people would come out.
“What I am going to say won’t be that long.
