Kaya
The sharp scent of wet leaves still clings to my clothes as we enter the pack's indoor gym. I barely manage to catch my breath from Samantha's warm-up routine when the rest of the group starts to scatter inside, already moving toward weights, benches, and the stretching mats. I linger in the doorway for a heartbeat too long.
Samantha, walking beside me, nudges my side playfully. "Don't overthink it," she murmurs under her breath. "It's just a gym. With a bit more people in it."
I nod absently, but my eyes are already moving—searching.
The transition is a bit too abrupt. One moment, we are on the training field with Magnus declaring that Cecilia would be joining us, and the next, we are all in the gym, a hum of movement and panting filling the air. The scent of steel and sweat clings to the space, but it isn't that which draws my attention—it's him.
Magnus.
