Lyla

Lyla POV

Breathing deeply, I tried to center myself, gathering all the courage I had. It was time for the warrior class - a prospect that once excited me to the core, but now was starting to feel like my personal purgatory. By some sheer stroke of luck, I'd managed to avoid the twins throughout the day. Every time they popped into my sight, I'd expertly dodge, turn a corner, or retreat the other way, ensuring I always had company other than Alana. Despite Alana being my closest confidant, there was a nagging suspicion in the back of my mind that she was playing a double game. It wasn't a pleasant thought, but I had no hard proof to back my assumptions, and confronting her without evidence seemed unfair.

And even though Alana was well aware of my engagement and the potential fallout if a non-mate wolf healed a she-wolf, she seemed oddly unconcerned. Why would she willingly entangle me and her brothers in this unnecessary drama? None of it added up.

Meanwhile, the magnetic pull towards