By the time Will finally admitted defeat…or, more accurately, by the time I grew tired of knocking him into the dirt, the dinner bell had already rung twice.
The sound echoed through White Wolf territory from somewhere near the center of the village, carrying across training fields and winding pathways before disappearing into the surrounding forest.
Most wolves had learned long ago that ignoring the first bell usually resulted in arriving too late for the better food. Ignoring the second was simply reckless.
Will bent at the waist with his hands braced against his knees, breathing harder than he wanted me to notice. I noticed immediately.
Will tried to hide it, which was almost insulting considering how long I'd been training him, but the signs were there. His shoulders sat a little l
