HOW TO FIGHT
Soren started my training the morning after the fires.
I had asked Roger. He had agreed without argument, which told me he had already been thinking about it. The world had shifted. I was no longer the godfather's ward being protected at a safe distance. I was a bonded mate in a pack at war, and I had a power that could be a significant asset if I knew how to use it properly under pressure.
Soren was not gentle about it.
"Again," he said.
I was on the ground. I had been on the ground three times in the last twenty minutes, and the cold of the training yard was thoroughly embedded in my back, and my wolf was considerably less patient with this situation than I was.
"You're leading with the power," he said, standing over me with arms crossed. "You reach for it before you a
