The compound buzzed with energy the morning Michelle Everly returned from the academy.
In Silver Ridge, news traveled faster than wolves could run. By the time I reached the training pits after breakfast, most of the pack already knew she had arrived sometime before dawn.
Of course she had.
Michelle had always possessed an uncanny ability to appear wherever attention gathered.
The training yard was already half full despite the cold. Frost clung to the wooden rails surrounding the sparring pit, and the Everly Woods beyond the compound looked like someone had dusted them in silver.
I wrapped the leather straps around my knuckles and stepped into the ring.
Caleb Mercer cracked his neck across from me.
“You hear?” he asked as we began circling.
“About Michelle?” I replied.
“Hard not
