FAYE
I needed air.
Not because anything was wrong, but because the day felt too beautiful to waste indoors. The sun was warm without being harsh, the breeze soft enough to brush my cheeks like a familiar hand.
So I decided to take a stroll, letting my feet carry me wherever they pleased. I wasn’t even thinking about where I might end up—until the distant sound of voices drifted through the trees.
Shouts… commands. The rhythmic sound of feet hitting the ground in unison.
Training was going on.
I paused for a moment, listening, then followed the sound with quiet steps. And when I emerged from the path that opened into the training grounds, I stopped dead in my tracks.
It was… beautiful.
There were young wolves—definitely in their early teens—sparring, running drills, moving with the
