“Here you go.”
Corsair peered through the doorway as Alpha McVarn held the door open, stepping into the room. He had been led to the dormitory above the church hall, an attic converted into quarters for the soldiers. Ten beds were pressed lengthways against the walls, five on each side, forming a decent-sized aisle between them. The wolves already escorted up there had the benefit of first choice, picking the cleanest beds and leaving the final bunk in the right corner free for him to take.
“Have a good day of rest, son. Training starts early tomorrow and will continue for the rest of the month.”
The door shut behind the prince, leaving him with the other nine wolves in the room. Everyone, apart from one wolf who was frantically packing her things, glanced in his direction. For a moment
