57. The Unwanted Guest

Out in the courtyard, Tatum watched as his betas exercised in the field. Some ran across it while others did push ups.

It was early noon and the weather was extremely hot. Tatum had enjoyed running and sweating under the heat.

His wolf purred contently as he sat under the Bantaba, pouring himself a cold drink.

Before he had left, he checked on Baka to make sure that she had followed his orders to sleep in.

She hadn’t been in the slave’s quarters. Both Aja and Emily were not sure when she left or where she had gone.

He was annoyed that she hadn’t listened to him, even when it was for her benefit.

She was as stubborn as she was beautiful.

“Your widower days are almost over, I hear,” Thorin said from beside him. They were both shirtless, having drenched through their workout outfits with sweat.

Tatum poured the water down his parched throat, slamming the glass down on the counter with a heavy sigh.

The preparations for the selection festival were well under way. By the end of the week,