MAETHYS POV
Today, I started training.
It had been two days since we returned.
The trail had gone cold at another river. It felt as if the land itself conspired to swallow footprints and scent alike.
I’d never realized just how much water lived in this area—how many veins of it ran through the trees, how easily a current could erase proof that anyone had ever been there at all.
Trig had offered to give me private lessons, and I was supposed to meet him in half an hour.
But not before breakfast.
I walked out of my room and into the long hallways.
I had moved myself into the communal building. Heather had called it a pack house. People of all ages lived here for various reasons. I had just wanted to give Heather and Nayla some time together. After so long apart, they needed it.
As
