Heather's POV
I stood at the edge of the training grounds, my heart racing as I watched my mate battle for the Gamma position. Three days. That was all the time we had been officially mated, yet I felt like I had known Lincoln my entire life. Each strike he landed, every defensive move he made, filled me with pride. This man was mine, and he was magnificent.
The way he moved across the dirt showed exactly why he deserved this rank. His fighting skills were impressive, but his teaching abilities were what truly set him apart. That was what being Gamma meant in this pack - training the next generation of warriors, shaping them into protectors.
