The journey to the Academy took an entire day—train first, then horseback through terrain too rugged for vehicles. By nightfall, I could see the Academy's stone towers looming against the darkening sky.This has to work, I told my wolf.It will, she responded. We'll make it work.The registration hall was nearly empty when I arrived. A stern-faced man with a scar across his jaw looked up from a stack of papers."Name," he barked."Ari Blackwood," I said, keeping my voice steady and low."Pack.""Lunar Vale."He scanned a list, found my name, and grunted. "Blackwood... small pack, aren't you?""Yes, sir."He looked me over with narrowed eyes. My heart hammered in my chest, but I held his gaze.Finally, he stamped my papers and handed me a key. "Hall Three, Bunk 17. Orientation's tomorrow night. Don't be late."I followed the directions through stone corridors that smelled of sweat and testosterone. Hall Three was a long room with rows of bunk beds on either side. About twenty other you
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