By the third day in Nightfall, Aria’s muscles had started to itch.
Not in the way they had after Silvercrest drills, where every bruise felt like a grade on a scale she could never quite ace. Here, it was more like her body reminding her it had been built to move, not just to sit with pups and stew in its own thoughts.
She’d just finished shelving the last of the storybooks when Lena poked her head into the doorway.
“You busy?” Lena asked.
“Depends,” Aria said. “Is this ‘pup chaos’ busy or ‘you’re about to regret saying yes’ busy?”
“Training ring,” Lena said. “Rowan said if you’re up to it, you should join the basic session. Get your wolf used to our ground.”
Aria’s stomach tightened. Training meant shifting, meant fighting. Meant listening to orders.
She’d had enough of orders.
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