The hedge was where they’d leaped out of their clothes three hours earlier in order to begin training.

Before he bent to retrieve his jeans, Abel’s eyes slid to the balcony where Delilah, Sonia, and Leah were sitting and watching. The reason for the hedge. His woman was intimately acquainted with his dick, but he wasn’t real hip on the other two being even a modicum of the same. Further, the other men, particularly Callum, had a lot to write home about in regards to their manhood. Delilah liked big dicks so he wasn’t fired up about her seeing the others’. He was relatively sure the rest of the wolves felt the same.

When she caught his gaze, Delilah gave him a finger wave.

Fuck, she was cute.

He grinned at the ground, shaking his head.

“Thanks,” he muttered in response to Ryon as he nabbed his jeans and pulled them on.

“You’re favoring your claws to your teeth,” Callum noted quietly. Abel looked to him, now buttoning his jeans. “I know your instinct is to use your hands,” he went on, “but wolves deliver the kill with their teeth. Remember, incapacitate with your claws, Abel. Go for the kill with your jaw.”

Abel nodded before he bent to grab his tee. He yanked it over his head as he sensed Lucien’s approach. He twisted his torso, catching Wei and Xun moving to the women on the balcony as he did so.

Obviously Lucien was done with them and it was time for his brothers to train the women.

He twisted further and watched Lucien walk toward the pack of wolves.

“I’m off,” Ryon murmured, clapping Abel on the shoulder. “Good session,” he finished and sauntered away.

“Later,” Caleb said before he bent to grab his boots and socks and walk away.

Calder just gave them a jerk of his chin before he followed his brother.

Lucien nodded to them as they passed him and Abel looked back to the balcony to see the door closing on Sonia. Leah and Delilah had already disappeared inside. Lucien had stopped close to him and Callum by the time the door shut behind the queen of the werewolves.

Abel focused on Lucien as he said, “I just had a conversation with Gregor in the hall on the way here.”

“And…?” Callum prompted.

“Nothing,” Lucien reported.

“What, is Serena engaging in a reconciliation fuck-a-thon with her phantom while the world hangs in the balance?” Abel asked impatiently. “Jesus.”

Callum’s lips twitched.

Lucien’s did not.

“Asked him where the fuck Yuri is,” Lucien told them and doing so got their undivided attention.

“Did he share?” Abel asked.

“Said Yuri had an idea on where to get some information, but so far, Gregor’s heard nothing from him,” Lucien replied. “He said if nothing comes of it, nothing comes of it. If something does, he’ll report it to us as soon as he knows.”

“That’s vague,” Callum muttered suspiciously.

“That and annoying,” Lucien agreed.