The training grounds were loud.
I'd wheeled myself out to watch — partly because I was curious, partly because I missed Fao, partly because I was going stir-crazy in the lodge. Nina had offered to push me, but I'd insisted on doing it myself. My arms were getting stronger, at least.
The grounds were a wide clearing surrounded by forest, with various training stations set up — sparring rings, obstacle courses, target ranges. Wolves in both forms moved through drills, their movements precise and coordinated.
And in the center of it all was Fao.
He was in human form, stripped to the waist, circling a massive wolf with gray-streaked fur. Garrett, I realized — the old warrior from the council. They'd been at it for a while, from the sweat dripping down Fao's chest and the calculated patienc
