Mira's POV
I should have known better than to agree to anything proposed by a group of younger warriors with too much free time and clearly too little supervision.
"You're objective," one of them, a lanky boy named Finn who couldn't have been more than seventeen, insisted, cornering me near the training fields with an earnestness that made refusing considerably harder than it should have been. "You're not pack, not exactly, so nobody can accuse you of favoritism."
"That's not actually reassuring."
"It's the best offer you're getting," said another, a girl named Reya who I'd noticed sparring impressively during earlier drills. "Please" We've been planning this cooking competition for weeks, and Old Maren refused the moment we asked her, said she'd 'already survived enough disasters in h
