Panting, I stand opposite of Seb. My hands shake as I look down to the claws that grew out of my nail beds.

I'm actually surprised I could get my nails to grow, considering that everything else on the wolf side isn't working.

Wiping the blood from my nose I watch as Seb circles me slowly. His shirt loosely hanging off his shoulders, almost shredded to pieces.

I may have accidentally gone overboard on the whole claw thing.

Stiffly I turn in a circle making it so my back is never to Seb. The past three rounds he's pinned me, but this one has lasted longer then the others.

Maybe I can actually win this time.

Flinching slightly, Seb shifts his feet starting to run towards me.

On instinct I jump up using his shoulders to propel me over. I feel one foot land, but then the other gets caught in his hand.

I barely have time to blink as he pulls my leg, swooping my other out from under me.

I groan when the side of my head slaps the mat and his weight sits on top of me, pinning me almost effortlessly to the ground.

"Damn it," I curse quietly putting my forehead to the mat.

"That was better, Willa," he pants slapping my back as he gets up.

"It still wasn't good," I growl annoyed. Turning over I lay on my back looking at the ceiling. "Let's go again, I know I can get it this time."

"You've done enough sparring today," Grey then says as he walks towards me.

Looking over, I then notice that we're the only three people in the whole facility. Did everyone leave? When did that happen?

"But I'm not doing good, I need to keep going until Seb and I are matched. Or I need to beat him, that's how it used to be." Sighing I sit up pulling my knees to my chest. "He can beat me so easily now."

"Don't beat yourself up, I'm just too good," looking up to Seb I roll my eyes scoffing. Please tell me again how I missed him while I was gone.

"That was so funny Sebastian, I almost forgot to laugh." I reply watching as his smirk quickly drops.

Greyson sighs walking between us, "Alright." He holds out a hand helping me back up to my feet. "You can go back to the house Seb. We're going to stay here and work on the whole wolf situation."

"We are?" I ask, sighing.

Looking over his shoulder, he nods once before looking back at Seb.

"Okay okay, I can see when I'm not welcomed. I'll just go clean up, see you guys." He starts walking away, I wave slightly watching as he leaves.

"I didn't know you wanted to start working on this so quickly," I sigh turning back to Grey.

He tilts his head to the side grabbing the side of my head softly. Watching him, he takes his thumb over my top lip rubbing over my skin slowly. Sucking in a breath, I look to him questionably.

He needs to stop doing this to me. My body has been so deprived from his contact that when he touches me, it's intoxicating.

I don't know how I had the strength to stop last night, but somehow I did and I will always be impressed over that.

A shaky breath releases from my throat, making him smile slightly. "You had blood on you lips," he whispers before drawing back his hands.

"Oh," is all I can get out as he takes a step back. Taking in his body, my mind slowly starts to wonder off, daydreaming of last night, and every other moment before then-shit, my eyes are definitely not their normal color right now.

Think of something else, we came here to practice.

Closing my eyes I pinch the insides of my eyes acting like I'm wiping away leftover dust. "So what're we doing?" I strain my voice not opening my eyes until I know that I've calmed down.

"You're going to try and shift."

Slowly I open my eyes to glare at him, "That's it?"

Smirking, he crosses his arms. "That's it."

Sighing, I pop my fingers trying to release the tension that I found myself building up. He's stating all of this like it's simple for me to do this. Trust me, I tried and shifting isn't a reaction thing like it used to be.

My body starts to stiffen as I try to will my wolf to come through after being dormant for so long.

I find myself closing my eyes hoping that would make shifting come more naturally. My shoulders shrug to my ears, my whole body tenses as I try to conjure it. Though nothing is working, not even a little.

Flinching slightly, I feel Grey's hands run down my arms. "You're tense."

"How can I not be?"

His fingers run back up my arms, across my shoulder blades feathering across my skin. "Loosen your muscles, it'll be easier to concentrate."

Rolling my neck slightly, shivers get sent down my spine as he continues to rub his fingers over my skin. Everywhere he touches electrifying my senses.

"I can't concentrate with you touching me," I smile slightly when I feel his fingertips stutter in their movements once he hears my words.

"Sorry," he whispers. Only then does he run his hands down my waist slowly. "Better?"

"Not really."

He chuckles, making me smile wider. We should probably stop before someone walks in and sees Grey getting all touchy feely.

Raising my foot I make a move to walk forward, but he's quick and wraps his arms around my hips keeping me in place. Soon after I feel his lips kiss my neck softly.

That's the moment my head clears all rationality and only thinks about Greyson. "We," I try but my words cut short. I swallow my breath, feeling my eyes flutter close. "We stayed t-to train," I finally get out.

I feel so deprived from his touch, from him in general that this feels like a completely new sensation. It feels like the first time we made contact all over again.

My mind cant wrap around it.

He hums, the vibration against my skin makes my knees go weak. "We've got time," he whispers dragging his lips down my neck. Then working his way to my shoulder, taking his time in making them slow and agonizing.

Some how while I was focused on his lips, I didn't notice how a stray hand wondered under my shirt splaying on my stomach.

My eyes slowly open when I feel his lips leave my skin, his hand drafting away from me.

I feel my breath hitching as I turn around slowly, my hair falling slightly in my face when I peer up to his eyes. The dark color matching my own as we look to each other.

My heart racing against my chest, I stand directly in front of him, looking up to him as he looks down.

Dangerously he raises his eyebrow as he catches me being out of breath. A smirk then playing on his lips, he knows the affect he has on me.

I forgot how cocky he could be. "Greyson," I whisper. "Let's keep practicing."

He sighs, nodding. Dropping his hands from me, he takes one step back. I take many deep breaths trying to return back to normal. Practice Willa, that's all we came to do.

"Spar with me." He suddenly blurts which messes up the breathing cycle that I was in the middle of doing.

"What?" I scoff. I just sparred with Sebastian and he beat me. Now if Grey spars me, that will be over in seconds.

"On three-

"Greyson, no," I laugh.

"One-"

"No, that's not what I meant," I back up slightly holding my hands up.

"Two-" though before he even says three, he sprints to me. I suck in my breath, closing my eyes waiting for impact.

In a rush, my feet are quickly swiped from underneath me. His hold on me slows down our impact on the ground, it takes him no time to grab my wrists pinning them over my head.

With a pant, I peer open my eyes finding him smirking mischievously. "I won."

"You cheated," I laugh. "First, you sprung this spar on me last second. Then you didn't even count t-"

My words get cut off when he puts his lips on mine. His hands squeezing my wrists, in the process.

Shivers get sent down my spine as he picks up the pace suddenly. Kisses me hungrily and fast like he's been deprived for so long, but damn does it feel good.

Readjusting his body, he slides between my legs letting them wrap around his waist.

If only he'd let go of my hands, and I let him know that I want them free. He just smirks to my pathetic attempts at objection before dragging his lips from mine, and to my jaw. "I want to keep them there," his eyes flicker to my own for just a second before he works himself down my skin.

"What if I want to touch you," I say breathlessly, clenching my eyes shut as he reaches the base of my neck.

"Tempting," he switches his grip so only one hand was holding my own two down. He runs his hand down my side, down to my thigh which he grabs and holds in place.

He continues trailing kisses down my neck, around my jaw, occasionally on my lips. "I want you," he says quietly almost like it was just a thought that slipped out.

In response I press my hips against his which makes him nip my skin with a growl. He then presses back with more strength.

A smirk flicks at my lips, as I shake my head slightly. "We're in the training facility, someone could walk in at any time."

He stops what he was doing on my neck, lifting up so he can see my face. He squints slightly, raising a brow.

Then finally, he lets my wrists go letting me finally burry my hands in his hair. This only makes him smile cockily. "That's what makes it fun," he winks before kissing me just as hungrily and fast as before.