*Lyra*
More time passes. It’s hot as hell outside, but that doesn’t stop Jorin and me from training. Every day, after we eat breakfast, we go out to a nearby meadow and spar. Sometimes, we’re in our human forms. Other times, we shift and fight in our wolf forms. Either way, I learn a lot. We rotate where we train every day so that the rogues hopefully won’t smell us in the same spot and stalk us there. One thing I’ve learned about Jorin is that he’s always very cautious.
One day, when the summer sun is high overhead, we’re fighting in our human forms, working on tricking our opponents, when a familiar odor hits me, and I freeze.
Jorin isn’t expecting it, and he ends up kicking me in the side, hard. I wince.
“So sorry, Lyra,” he says, rushing over to me. “Are you all right?”
I place a
