SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
Training left me with sore shoulders, grass stains on both knees, and the particular bone-deep exhaustion that comes not from physical exertion but from spending an hour performing normalcy in front of people waiting for you to fail.
We’d done well, the three of us. Better than well, honestly, which I suspected had irritated Ivy more than anything else could have. Theo moved like someone who’d been trained young and trained seriously, economical and precise, nothing wasted. Lina was stronger than she looked and twice as fast. Even I, wolfless and running on three hours of bad sleep, had held my own in the observation rotations, my critiques sharp enough that Dane had written something down twice without commenting, which from him felt approximately equivalent to a st
