C15 Fifteen

CIARA

The training grounds were entirely empty, the morning air was cold, but my palms were sweating as Hayes finally released my wrist. The sudden loss of his body heat made my skin shiver.

He turned around, his broad shoulders blocking out the view of the pack house behind him.

"Get into a stance," Hayes ordered, his voice flat and hard.

I stood there, blinking at him.

"A stance? Hayes