Chapter 17

“Well?” Jackson says, his voice low, and I flinch again god, that’s getting annoying as I snap my head up to look at him. He gestures towards the head table. “Hand in your test.”

“Um,” I say, and then another chair scrapes in the room. Someone else is finished too, and headed this way. “You take it.” I say, making a snap decision and nodding towards it.

“You finished first,” he growls, taking a menacing step towards me.

I shock myself by holding my ground. “Just turn in your test, Jackson,” I growl, looking up into his eyes, starting to get pissed. Because if one of us doesn’t do it, whoever finished next certainly will.

Jackson comes to the same conclusion that I do at the same moment, seeing the next candidate. walking towards us. He snaps his gaze to me for a moment and then turns, expressionless, and places his test face–down on the table. I follow, doing the same, fully aware that if Jackson did as well as I did on this exam he just took first.

Which…well, it doesn’t really make much of a difference to our rankings, not really. But at least, to me, it feels like we’re more even now.

He gave up one for me, even if he didn’t mean to. And now? I’ve given one back.

As far as I’m concerned, we’re square.

face And as I walk about ten feet behind him towards the barracks, doing my very best to turn my away so that I don’t catch any spare sniffs of his scent. I very much hope that that’s the end of any interaction that me and Jackson McClintock get to have for my entire time at the academy.

Or, at least that’s what I tell myself.

My wolf, who lifts her head in the air and eagerly sniffs at his scent, her eyes half–lidded, her tongue. lolling from her mouth?

She, clearly, has other ideas.

Get ahold of yourself, I growl to her.

No way, she says, shaking her fur out as a shiver passes through her. Do you remember the way pinned our wrists above our head? Imagine what he could do in bed

“Oh

my

y god,” I murmur aloud, clenching my fists and storming past Jackson as we both walk through the door, locking down my mind and not letting any more of my wolf’s ridiculous thoughts in.

Because the last thing I need to be thinking about now is…

to

he

lay down on top of my blankets, tucking my cap low over my eyes before I close them, waiting for Jesse and Rafe to come back so that we can take our

I don’t have long to wait. They’re not

bed and making me gasp a little in surprise. He laughs as he reaches out to shake my shoulder. “Nicely done!

as I sit up, “if you’d kept your eyes on the exam,

says, rolling his eyes, “when the

is fun, Jesse,” I say, sighing and hopping down from my bunk,

bath stuff.

says, walking up and putting out a hand out to stop me. “Not yet. We’re not done

day is done there is nothing else scheduled, and frankly I am beat. So what…

shoulders and leading

Rafe is solemn as they walk me through the barracks and back towards the door. I have a bad feeling that whatever this is? It’s not going

says, and I turn curiously to see Ben’s head snap

a line of confusion forming between his

and starting after us without tying them. He catches up fast, looking between us all curiously but not asking any questions. I shrug at him, letting him know that I don’t know either, and we both sigh

says, flicking on the

is this?” I ask,

Jesse says, turning to grin at Ben and me as he walks backwards into the room after Rafe. “You both need the extra work if you’re going

nice way of saying that we’re going to spend an extra hour kicking your asses every night until you

Chapter 17

his eyes

the showers are probably already filling up with cadets, all of the lovely hot water running down drain…

says, nodding towards a pull up bar. “You need

dragging my feet and heading over

step forward but frowning at my brother and my cousin. “Him, I get,” he says, gesturing towards me with his thumb. “But why are you helping me?”

against me in the bout today. So, I figured, why not give you a shot. We were doing it anyway one more

he can’t help it, he’s soft–hearted like mom, even if he pretends that he’s not. It’s probably why he acts tough all the time – so no one figures it

and running a hand through his hair. “I mean it. Thank you.”

on the first day, that you’re… kind of shit at

and nods and the two get to work as I walk over

is nice,” I say softly, grinning

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