24: Training Center VIP

FEYRE

I smile awkwardly and move out of Damien’s hold, not for anything but because I liked the way he was holding me, a little too much if I’m being honest.

“Shall we?” he motions, that boyish smile lighting his face. I feel my cheeks heat and it takes everything in me to not bring my hand up and try to rub at the skin to clear it.

“Sure,” I found my voice.

“After you,” he winks and I get in step beside him. We walk for a minute in silence before Damien speaks again. “How does it feel being away from your pack? I don’t presume it has been easy.”

I shrug my shoulders, thinking of what to say. I haven’t given it much thought yet since it is not as though I’m doing anything, then there is that voice in my head that keeps reminding me that all of this is for a month. Knowing it is not permanent makes it easier for me to cope. Since I can’t exactly tell him that, I go for the next best option. The half-truth.

“Right now, I can’t really tell.” He nods for me to go on. “I haven’t started an