From the ridge, I could see all of them working. The unit moved in careful arcs, spreading the tape carefully around points of interest, flagging the perimeter, and marking the ash in places that needed further investigation.. Nolan was at her shoulder, as if the position had always been his.He gave her tasks, she obeyed him, and then, he praised her in his own way.I watched her face shift when he told her "Well done," or "Good,". Even when he nodded with satisfaction at something she had done well, she responded. Not by much, just the smallest lift in her chest and shoulders, and the flash of pride she tried to hide. Her movements were too soft...too vulnerable...and she was too quick to give those reactions to him.“Good,” Nolan said again.My hand curled into a fist against the bark as I watched them together.“Ours,” my wolf snarled furiously in my head. “She is not his to praise.”“He's training her,” I bit back. “That’s his role that we assigned him.”“No. We should be teach
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