The training yard was a mess of half-hearted movement. It wasn't the usual roar of bodies hitting the dirt; it was the sound of wolves going through the motions because they didn't know what else to do with their hands. People were talking, but the voices were low, guarded, like they were afraid that speaking too loudly might draw blood. The air didn't just feel different, it felt stagnant, thick with the smell of sweat and the kind of fear that doesn't wash off.Lyra stood by the edge of the ring, her fingers digging into her own arms. She watched Donovan. He was working with one of the kids, showing him how to plant his feet, but his patience was weird. It was too quiet. Usually, Donovan would be barking or shoving, but now he just moved like he was made of glass.Everyone was broken in a way that didn't show on the skin.Kael was off to the side, his head bent toward Rylan. He looked steady enough, but his eyes were never still. They were darting toward the gates, toward the treeli
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