Marcel

Liberty’s POV

“Good rest Luna?” Hunter smiles at me warmly from the overstuffed, floral armchair the other side of the bed. The teacup he rests on his knee looks comically tiny compared to his huge frame. I never would have pegged him as a tea drinker. He comes across as more of a ‘Strong black coffee, no sugar’ type. Frankly every man I have met since being here is enormous, rough and ready and … well honestly, pretty intimidating. All of the rumours and whispers I heard about the Black’s of Pine Lake, and their most feared warriors, now make total sense. I was terrified the day I woke up here and realised where I was, I dread to think where I would be now if I had run off like l had thought about.

“Yes, thank you Hunter. I didn’t know how tired I was until I sat down.” I feel great now, so full of energy.

“I would like to take a look around, perhaps go and see the training field in the daylight. We can watch the men train for a little while, then have lunch in the main hall with the