The Blackwood territory didn't look like a fortress anymore. It looked like Eden. The jagged, rocky soil that used to border the northern edge of the estate was gone.
In its place stretched acres of impossible orchards. Apple trees grew beside mango trees. Wheat fields waved golden in the sun, right next to patches of frost-resistant berries native to the tundra.
Leela stood in the center of the "Classroom"—a large open-air pavilion surrounded by soil beds.
She was huge
At eight months pregnant, her belly was a prominent, beautiful curve under her linen sundress. She rested a hand on it constantly, a subconscious gesture of protection and connection.
"It’s not about force," Leela explained, her voice carrying clearly to the twenty wolves standing around her.
The students were a mix o
