Nyra’s POV
“Hurry up, Master Zee! What’s keeping you in there?” I shouted, my voice echoing across the small training field outside the cave.
“We need to move! We don’t have all day!” I snapped again, irritation bubbling in my chest. My blood felt hot and restless. After spending more than a year trapped in that cave, feeding on herbs and raw game, I was done with isolation. I needed a house, a bed and a real life.
“You’re acting impatient. Calm down,” Zee said as he finally emerged, a heavy bag slung across his shoulder. His eyes met mine, steady and warning. “Impatience can get you into trouble.”
I eyed the bag. “How do you plan to carry all that? You said we’ll have to run part of the journey in wolf form.”
He grinned. “I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been alive, Nyra. I k
