Chapter 47

• I grinned back, a reflex response to his actions. Inwardly, I was still worried about the whole shifting thing, but I would be damned if I disturbed Asher with my childish fears and other concerns.
• We walked hand in hand to the training grounds, with Asher telling me some jokes and silly stories of him when he was younger and about how his pack came to be. He had created this community of wolves. This large family, and he had done it himself. Words could not describe how proud I was of him at that moment. I wanted to cry out of pride.
• But then I could hear the sound of the cheers of other werewolves and then my heart began to race. I took in a shaky deep breath, my hand still in Asher’s.