Chapter 207: A Different Kind of Sparring
The morning sun sat thin and brittle over the training grounds, the packed snow glittering beneath the pale light.
Dren leaned in close to Sophia, low enough that his words were little more than breath. "I don't think it's going to be that simple," he whispered.
Sophia gave him the smallest of nods. Her face was a study in control — jaw clenched only slightly, eyes set to the task — but the thin line at the corner of her mouth betrayed the exhaustion running beneath her resolve.
Nia scoffed, speaking just loud enough for their group to hear. "Of course it's not going to be that simple."
Joren turned to her with a frown. "Alpha Orion doesn't lie."
Nia rolled her eyes. "Everyone knows he doesn't lie. The issue is, this may be a simple task for him — or rather, by his terms — but it doesn't mean it's going to be simple for us. I don't trust him one bit," she said, gesturing toward Orion.
