That night, I called Ro.
"You're still alive!" she shouted before I could even say hello. "I was starting to think the wolves ate you."
"Ha ha." I settled back against the headboard, phone pressed to my ear. Fao was in the shower — I could hear the water running — giving me some privacy. "I'm fine. Better than fine, actually."
"Yeah? How's werewolf wonderland treating you?"
"It's... a lot. But good, I think?" I pulled my knees up to my chest. "I started training today. Learning how to fight."
"Fight? El, you already know how to fight. Remember when you broke that guy's nose at the bar?"
"That was different. This is fighting wolves." I paused. "It's a lot harder. And scarier. But also kind of amazing? There's this old warrior named Garrett who's teaching me, and he's gruff but also we
