Waiting

For the remainder of the day and evening, Amira was restless. She’d never felt so anxious before unless she gambled with a plan, and Zayyan had decided to lead that plan when she could not. This time, though, the she-wolf was worried about Rhys.

Amira shouldn’t be; he was the fricken Alpha King and had Demon as his wolf. That didn’t stop her from pacing and even training with Bash. He was good company, teaching her different techniques as she taught him one or two of her own. She obviously wouldn’t tell him every little thing that an assassin like herself could do, though. It was a great distraction and many who did not follow the King and were not deemed higher-ranked warriors started watching from afar.

Many knew who Amira was or that she had an intimate connection to the King. Nobody expected the she-wolf to have such skills, and they watched in awe as she flipped over a man twice her size, the wooden blade pressed to his neck. Bash held his hands up and shook his head.

“Honestl