BASHA has been looking at the wall of her office since morning. Her assistant must have realized that she was distressed by the state she has at the moment. Juliana did not bother her silence.
“Give me a link when it’s important.” She announced before she left the office.
Her feet sent her to the training facility.
It was after ten in the morning. Most of the warriors were in the training ground at this time.
She found a few members of the pack inside the gym. She made a beeline for the punching bag in the corner.
She removed her top. The black sports bra remained. She placed the shirt on the floor together with the white sneakers.
Basha tested a few hits in the punching bag. More punches followed. She added kicks sometimes.
“You’re not my first mate.”
When those words flas
