Knox
This last week, as we got closer to the Supermoon, my wolf has been on edge, restless even. I usually don’t struggle with control, but the more I fight him the more my own resolve weakens. Aside from the mandatory group training sessions, I’ve kept to myself. With my temper wearing thin, Bennet and Bria have been the only ones who dared or was stupid enough to spend time in my presence.
Silvercrest has a different fighting style than us, so training with their warriors has made the sessions more vigorous and should have us well prepared for tomorrow night.
When I step out onto the back patio of the packhouse the lingering warmth of the day wraps around me. It’s almost eerie how quiet and still it is, like the world knows what's coming.
I wasn’t going to run tonight. Today's train
