The Archer's Aim and the Alpha's Growl

"You really expect me to believe you're good at archery?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the tree trunk.

Tristan flashed me that charming smile that seemed permanently etched on his face. We'd moved our training session to the archery field after Leo had been called in for lunch with his tutor.

"I don't expect you to believe anything, Seraphina. I prefer to demonstrate." He winked, testing the tension of the compound bow in his hands.

Hannah and a few other girls from the pack training program had joined us, drawn by curiosity about the handsome French Alpha. They sat on the grass nearby, whispering and giggling whenever Tristan glanced their way.

"Show us what you've got then, Alpha," Hannah called out, her challenging tone making me smile. She never was one to be impressed easily.