I had barely slept, my thoughts crowded with the words I had read in the white book. Still, when Kael’s voice came from the hallway, I went.
He stood near the entrance to the training grounds, already dressed in dark clothes that clung to his frame. The mark on his side from the battle was fading, but I could tell he still moved with care. His eyes, however, were steady.
“Come with me,” he said.
“Where are we going?”
“The warrior pits.”
The words made my heart drop a little. The pits were where the pack’s best trained. They were also where the weakest were broken. I had seen the blood left on those stones before. The fighters trained for war, not sport.
“Why?” I asked.
Kael didn’t look at me. “Because the pack needs to see what you can do.”
“I thought you wanted no
