~ Elvira~
"Elvira, stop! Come see!"
Aria’s shout cut through the noise of the washing machines coming from inside the laundry house.
I looked up, soap suds dripping from my elbows, to find her standing by the edge of the field.
"What is it?" I asked,
"The morning briefing," she said, grabbing my wrist with cold fingers.
"They’re coming from the training hall.”
We hid behind a wall, but through the side, I could see the wide main field where the warriors gathered.
"Why the panic?" I whispered, trying to pull my arm back.
"See, I want to show you the hierarchy," Aria replied. "Look, but do not catch anyone’s eye. Especially not a high warrior."
I peeked around the space.
The field outside was filled with werewolves arranged in perfect, silent circles.
At the center stood Gab
