Chapitre 68: Amiss

'I'm telling you, something is off,' Nymeria spoke anxiously as she paced around in Safira's mind. Her wolf had been going on and on about something she could barely believe.

Safira shook her head, trying to refocus her attention on the training dummy in front of her. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she threw another three punches in quick succession.

As fatigue began to set in, she eventually gave up and sat down on the side. She gulped down a glass of fresh water as if her life depended on it.

"You're distracted," Archer said to her as he held out a towel to her.

She clenched her jaw and whispered a word of thanks as she took that towel from him.

"Nymeria's been really restless lately," she explained as she downed another glass of water.

'We need to speak to our mate about this. Something is not right. I can feel it,' Nymeria's voice echoed in her mind again, urging her to take action.