After Devon's warning, the tension between them dissipated, and Olivia returned to her training. Devon observed as she moved with determination, her body cutting through the air as she navigated the obstacles. He admired her perseverance, noting how she pushed herself tirelessly, sweat glistening on her skin as the sun kissed her pale complexion, giving it a golden hue. A part of his usually stony heart softened at the sight, especially since she was wearing herself thin by doing it all wrong. Her posture and stance were bad, which was why she was suffering, and all the other wolves ignored her—some even laughed, enjoying her struggle.
"Maybe I should give her some tips," he mused. "If she keeps going like this, she'll wear herself out too soon."
It's not like he cared, he thought, though a part of him knew he was lying to himself. He just wanted her to do it right so she could start speaking again, and he could get the information he needed.