The door looms, heavy wood scarred with old scratches, iron key slick in my palm. Jaxon Callahan’s behind it, my new roommate, and the next test I have to pass. Another set of eyes to fool. Another shot at getting caught.
I suck in a steady breath, push the key into the lock, and turn. The hallway’s silent enough that the metal click bounces off the stone. When a wolf crosses a frozen river, it tests weakness by listening for a c***k. There will be no further cracking today.
I push the door open.
Turns out, the room is half the size I’d hoped. Just two beds, shoved up against opposite walls, so close you could reach across if you tried. Shadows from a single, narrow leaded window stretch like stripes across the bare floor, and the view is all training yards and mud stains. Twin desks ar
