32

“When do you want to start?”

“Start what?”

I heard him before I saw him. Kingston. My wolf stretched and pushed at her confines the moment his voice brushed over my skin.

Rolling my eyes, I turned in my chair to find him seated on my other side, leering. “Training.”

“That’s my job. Father Gallagher set it up, remember? You were there when he suggested it.”

I bristled. “That’s not what this is. You’re supposed to help with my wolf, not my control. Not fighting.”

“It’s the same thing. You’d understand that if you could shift. But since you can’t, you’ll have to trust the expert.”

Expert? The gall of this asshole.

“And who’s that?” Alek asked dryly. “You?”

“I’m certainly more of an expert on the topic of who she is. Who she’s meant to be.”