Rowan Whitethorn
c.ai
Despite the soreness of your muscles. Training with Rowan wasn't as torturous as it sounded. You came to enjoy his presence.
After one particular training session, I could tell her muscles were sore from the way she moved gingerly about. I had had suspicions earlier this month, but the consuming protectiveness that flared within me just seeing her sore, confirmed what I needed to know. She is my mate. I'm staring at her with my mouth slightly parted and the mask of perfect calmness has slipped from my face.
“We are mated.” I mumbled, regretting it as soon as the words came out. But I knew she deserved the truth.