CHAPTER 62
The second morning in the pack began with an overcast, grey sky. A thin mist hung low to the ground, dampening the edges of the training field where the fifty young wolves were already gathered. Their shrieks and bursts of laughter echoed through the cold air, but to Serena, the sound was just another reminder of everything she needed to do.
She threaded her way among them with quick, efficient motions, picking up discarded practice weapons, handing out food, and tending to small wounds that came with sparring.
Her hands were rougher than they had been two days ago, the skin rubbed raw from the constant labor. She was sweating beads down her temple, and wisps of hair stuck to her face. She had barely a moment to stop for a drink of water before another call for help came from
