Chapter 17

FEYRE

I can hear grunts and groans from people sparring even before I get there. Our gamma, Randell, sees me first, he stops and motions for Asher who is demonstrating something to a few teenagers. He nods at them and jogs toward me, his lips stretching into a smile.

"Hey Fey," he greets, coming to hug me. I step aside and scrunch my nose.

"Bro," I raise both my hands up. "Don't come near me with your sweat," he laughs, shaking his head and tackles me.

I shriek and playfully push him, he only tightens his hold. I end up wrapping my arms around him too and relaxing into his hold.

"You're so childish," I grumble when he moves back.

He winks and gives me his hand. Contrary to my reaction, he actually smells nice. If there is one person you expect to not smell like grime and sweat after training then it is Asher, when we were younger we used to joke that he was a robot and it is why he doesn't sweat.

"Looking good Fey, that's how good having a m