FALLON   He’s here. I swear I could feel it before I even saw him- the little hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my wolf started pacing. But right after we locked eyes, he turned his back to me. Avoiding me again. Maybe my initial assessment was spot-on, he’s just a jerk with a big ego. Maybe his little display of dominance in the shower was just his way of showing me that he could have me if he wanted me. Maybe this is just his newest form of torture, and he’s getting some sort of sick pleasure from driving me crazy. I down the rest of my drink. Brooke appears, back from the bathroom, and she grabs my arm, tugging me away from our friends. She’s digging her fingers into my arm as she pulls me, and I jerk my arm back. “What the hell?” I demand, scowling and rubbing the offended skin with my other hand. Brooke leans in close to whisper. “What’s going on with you and the alpha?” she hisses. 

GRAY   On Monday morning, the recruits are bright eyed and bushy tailed, eager to resume their training. I cast my gaze downwards as they file onto the arena where Theo, Brock, Jax, and I are waiting. Reid had some pack business come up, so he’s back in Stillwater- his pack’s town- for the day. I spent all day yesterday kicking myself for what I did at the bar on Saturday night. I should’ve just continued to steer clear of Fallon rather than allowing my beer buzz cloud to my judgment. But now that I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to touch her, I want more. I can’t get her out of my head. Those big blue eyes, those breathy little moans… it’s enough to drive any man crazy. I swear my heart stops when I catch sight of her walking onto the field this morning, wearing my favorite pair of little workout shorts with her long tan legs on full display. Even in shorts and a t-shirt, she’s a fucking goddess. She catches me staring, though

FALLON   News travels fast at the squad complex, and it doesn’t take long for me to hear about Olly’s injury. I have to admit, I’m a little satisfied to hear that he got hurt today, too, after I had to go through the mind-numbing pain of getting my wrist set so it would heal properly. When I heard that it was Gray who dislocated Olly’s shoulder, it only left me with more questions- the main one being whether he did it on purpose. If he did, what would that mean? It couldn’t have been on purpose… right? “So how’s the wrist?” Davis asks, scooching over and patting the spot beside him on his bunk. We’re all getting ready for bed after a long day of training, which I missed half of due to my injury. Boyd’s bunk is across from mine and Davis’, and Connor has the bottom. We got to know Connor a little better at the bar on Saturday and it turns out he’s a really nice guy. He’s from Reid’s pack in Stillwater. Connor’s sitting on the edg

GRAY   “Incoming,” I whisper as I see a flurry of movement across the forest. I’m on the periphery, falling back and observing how the recruits fare in their first war games while still giving a little bit of direction here and there. So far, I’m impressed with my team- they’ve taken out every encroaching member of the black team before they can get close to the bunker. I’m not sure what strategy they employed for offense, but it’s clearly not working for them. I see someone sprinting toward the bunker- tall and lean, with a long blonde ponytail streaming out behind. Fallon’s making a run for it, and it looks like she’s doing it without any backup from her own team. We’ve got a few defenders lurking in the brush and they leap out, running in her direction to head her off. She’s faster, though. I’m impressed by how she dodges and outruns each of them, her singular goal being to reach the bunker. Her grit and determination

FALLON   I surprise myself with how easily I can lie to my friends when they ask why I left war games. I guess that’s how it has to be now, though. If I want to keep whatever this is going with Gray, I’ve gotta keep it quiet. And I do want to keep it going- the man’s built like a Greek god and the orgasm he delivered was like glimpsing heaven. I know I should be thinking about training, but all I can think about is how I want him to touch me again… and again, and again. I don’t get another opportunity before the weekend comes. They push us hard during training for the next couple days, and there aren’t any chances for us to be alone. I steal glances at him every chance I get, though, and he basically eye-fucks me all day long. After Friday’s afternoon session, the alphas announce the first round of cuts. All of us recruits are a little shook when they wind up cutting ten of the trainees, which seems exc