Wolves don’t take orders

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LENNOX My own way! I hated mornings like this. Too bright. Too loud. Too full of idiots. The courtyard of Lunaris Academy was already filled with first-year wolves trying to find their footing, some still smelling faintly of home, like untrained pups who thought they could hide their fear behind cocky smirks. I could tell who was going to make it and who would crumble. I always could. It was the first day of detention duty, and guess who had been picked to lead the new batch of troublemakers and latecomers? Me. Lennox Hale. The one guy in this damned academy who didn’t take orders from anyone but still ended up running half the school. I leaned against the training post with my arms crossed, waiting for them to line up. “Five minutes late,” I muttered, checking my watch. “And they cal

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