Gaia
Dawson’s father must have been a statue, because none of my mate’s stoic seriousness came from his mother. She babbled on about this and that, arm linked with mine as we strolled through the streets of Blood Moon. Dawson had commanded two wolves to accompany us, so they followed behind us now. They were tall, blonde brothers, Asher and Aspen. Don’t ask me which was which.
“And that is the primary school! All our pups go there to learn and train.” Opal pointed to a cute little building with a wide field that backed into the woods. I could make out a large training area in the back, where small figures and small wolves alike bounded around, wrestling, running, shifting back and forth.
“What age do they begin training at?”
“Form
