Dante and Bastien arrived the next morning, bringing a strange energy to the Pack House grounds.
Jack was already there, leaning against the hood of his Jeep, laughing at something Bastien said. It was jarring to see my childhood friend, the Beta of Nightwalker, bonding with the Rogue heir of a fallen pack.
"Where are we doing this?" I asked, walking down the steps to meet them.
Dante looked up, shielding his eyes from the morning sun. He looked rested, the bruises from the duel fading into yellow smudges.
"Bastien and I are heading to the Redforest," he said. "I need to see what the kid can do before we start the real work."
"And me?"
"You need a different kind of location," Dante said, his gaze drifting to the dense tree line. "Somewhere isolated. Somewhere where if you explode, yo
