*Kieran*
The steam billows out from the shower room behind us as Silas and I step into the cooler air of the corridor, our skin still glistening with droplets of water. I shake my hair, trying to get out the last excess moisture, the scent of cedarwood and peppermint clinging to me. The common room awaits, where the rest of the wolves will be lounging, probably arguing over some game or another.
“Did you see the way Eric scored that last goal?” Silas says, shaking his head as he pulls his shirt over his head. “I swear he’s gotten even better since the last full moon.”
I had gone to watch the practice game after my own training.
“Not surprising,” I reply, smirking. “He’s been practicing with the witches. I think they’re teaching him some tricks.”
We walk down the hallway, the sound of
