At least the mate bond hadn't changed how Jackson forced me into the weights room - slung over his shoulder when I tried to bail - only that he smirked at me more, and his hands roamed freely.
I couldn't say I hated it.
He stood over me while I did leg presses, managing to up the weights by a good forty kilos compared to last week.
He tilted his head, his eyes on the small crystal wolf I'd put back on after combat training. "Where'd you get that?" He asked.
"Heath," I puffed.
He rose a brow. "Really?"
I nodded. "He gave it to me last night...after warning me about the Grey Hound Pack that was at the river."
His eyes darkened. "What?"
The change in his demeanour and the flash of his eyes made me jolt, my legs faltering to hold the weight.
Jack's hand fell on the foothold, sto
