The air was thick with anticipation as I stepped out onto the training grounds, the weight of the day's events still lingering in my bones. The weather was dark, the clouds brooding, but I couldn't help the elation bubbling within me. Every step I took, I felt the echoes of the night before—Fen's touch, his scent still on my skin, intertwining with my own. Our bond was still fresh, that deliciously wicked mix of possessiveness and desire thick in the air around us. I knew that part of this possessiveness was Annika, the wolf within me, but honestly? I didn't care. He was mine. I was his. And I wanted the world to know.