Zane
It does not let me rest. As I watch her from the other side of the training hall, as she works with the children, helps them hold the wooden swords, corrects Renn’s foot position, laughs at Lysa’s exaggerated explanations, I can see the difference clearly. She is not running away. She is not closing herself off. But she is not as free as she was when I arrived.
And that is my fault.
I am not used to delaying things. Leading a pack does not allow it. If there is trouble, we say it. If danger is coming, we prepare. And yet here I am, standing still, thinking about how to speak without causing more damage than I already have.
In the end, I let out a breath and walk over to them.
“Lysa,” I say, “can you take the others to the bags? Show them that new exercise you came up with yesterd
