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*Lana POV*

Kohen throws his fist into the wall, the drywall crumbling as I roll my eyes. He has been far more angry lately. His usual cheery exterior is somewhere hidden behind the anxious wound up wall he has placed over himself.

I knew he wouldn’t take me joining his shadowing well. But it’s been weeks, and I really thought he might come around to it by now. After all, he thinks it is just me trying to make sure that if anything happens to him; the pack will be in excellent hands.

“Maybe we should go train?” I offer, reaching out and taking his fisted hand in mine. He looks at me with a conflicted look before pulling his hand from mine.

“That’s all we do. Train, train, train.” He drags his hands through his perfectly styled black locks and I give him a sympathetic smile.

“We are training for something very important.” I remind him, and he scoffs, pacing away from me with his hands on his hips. Then he turns to face me, his green eyes turn to lasers as he drags them over my body