The Beta's Daughter
she said, motioning to the wolves milling around.
“I just matured, too. More recently than you, actually.”
“Really? But – you seem so together,” she said, her tone somewhat awed.
“I’m really not,” I laughed. “Do you want to stay with me, during training? We could partner up for the sparring.”
“I’d love to,” she beamed. “It’s a bit daunting, you know? Nobody else seems excited.”
“I promise you, they are. It’s just a little early for some of them,” I said, my tone light and playful. She giggled.