Zara's POV
I'd barely slept the night before, not with everything going on. Miles was still avoiding me, Ronan had been distant since the kiss, and after he stripped himself off as the president of the werewolf division, the Elders had decided I needed to "prove myself" by joining the advanced training sessions with hybrids twice my level. Which was fantastic.
I shoved the thoughts aside and yanked my boots on, ignoring the way my stomach turned. Probably just nerves. Or the fact that I skipped breakfast again. I grabbed my water flask from my locker and headed to the courtyard where the others were already stretching and warming up.
"You're late," grunted one of the instructors, Brennan, I think. His scarred face twisted with disapproval. "That'll cost you ten push-ups before w
