The call for arrangements in Hollow Six had come like a drumbeat, echoing down the narrow corridors.
One by one, cadets filed into the mammoth common room where a tall senior stood waiting, scroll in hand.
Senior Caelan Volke.
A wave of nostalgia swept Elowyn and her subconscious held onto the first day she'd gathered with the cadets.
She looked behind her and there Riven Thorney's blue eyes were. Staring.
But not judging this time.
Still yet, that didn't quench the surge of deja vu and discomfort that sh needed to hide.
Caelan Volke's sharp voice cut through the silence, jolting Elowyn back to reality.
He read out the rules in a clipped voice, each one sharper than the last.
“Wolves are allowed to change,” he announced, and several cadets exchanged tense glances.
“There will be
