Amora POV- Coach

I learned that the man's name is Mika and that girl's name is Michelle, his twin sister. She played basketball in college and he clearly did not.

"You need to change your stance and jump. Your feet need to be a little wider apart. Your shooting hand should go above your head and a lot higher than your non-shooting hand. When you throw it to the hoop you need to snap your wrist, lining it up with the hoop and aiming for one of the top corners to bounce it in or for the ball to start to defend before it reaches the back board for a straight shot. If it hits the back right above the hoop it is going to bounce off like it has been doing." I was trying to explain but it sounded more like I was barking orders.

"That's a lot of information all at once l." He replied. I could see the stress behind his eyes.

"Okay let's take it step by step. I'll demonstrate and then fix your stance as you try it."

So we started practicing. Slowly he started to get the stance down. The aim, not so much. Mika would need a lot more practice.

When correcting his stance, I got a much closer inspection of his smell, cinnamon and coffee, but under that there was the smell of animal. Not shifter strong, but definitely wild animals, not farm animals.

Mika didn't seem like a big talker, he didn't over share, probably because I was a stranger at this point. He could just not like me though, I couldn't be sure yet.

"I think that's enough for today, you look beat." I said with a grimace

"I am." He huffed before chugging some water. "You must be in way better shape than me if running the court didn't even break a sweat for you."

I shrugged, "You just need more practice."

"You free tomorrow about the same time? Me and the guys don't play tomorrow so it would give us more time to practice", he said almost nervously.

I inspected him closely, he seemed to genuinely want my help. And I hadn't met any other interesting men. "Yeah I'm free. We'll pick up where we left of. You really need more practice shooting while in motion.

"Thanks?" he said unsure.

"Same time tomorrow." I said walking back to my book and bag that was laying on the small bleachers.

I inconspicuously watched as Mika changed his shirt. For someone who was terrible at sports he had nice abs. Watching him caused a little tightness in my belly. I didn't realize I was full on staring until I caught eyes with him shyly waving goodbye. I smiled, embarrassed, and waved back.

I tracked Mika as he walked across the grass, in the opposite direction from the entrance to the park, and went into the woods instead. I was confused. There was no trail there. Where in the world was he going. I don't know what but I followed him, my curiosity getting the better of me. It probably wasn't smart for a woman to follow a man she doesn't know into the woods but I'm a shifter. How could he possibly hurt me?....