I walked into training a few days later, and it was like a record scratched, and the music stopped. Silence fell like a lead balloon, the oppression of it making my palms sweaty. Every single wolf's eyes turned to me. I sent a prayer up that I was no longer limping and didn't look like prey anymore.
Well, not any more than usual.
Jun waited at the front, his expression carefully blank. He sported a sling. I frowned at it, but didn't comment or even say a word to anyone.
Not even Cassie. Especially not her.
If Jun was in a sling, someone or something had seriously injured him. With a shifter's healing abilities, he should be back in action within hours. Maybe a day if the break was severe enough.
Strange.
When I'd situated myself comfortably in the middle, surrounded by two groups o
