POV: Luna
My arm is wrapped in clean bandages when I show up for training three days later.
The medical wing kept me overnight after the rogue attack, pumping me full of healing potions and checking for infection. The bite marks are already fading, barely more than pink scars now.
But I can still feel the rogue's teeth sinking into my flesh. Still see those red eyes watching me from the darkness.
"You're cleared for light training only," Nurse Willow told me this morning. "No shifting. No combat. Just basic exercises."
So here I am, standing at the edge of the training grounds while everyone else runs drills.
Ryder approaches, his expression unreadable.
"How's the arm?"
"Better. Still sore."
"Good." He gestures toward the far side of the grounds. "Come on. We'll work on footwork a
