The old training compound was three hours north by wolf. We made it in two, pushing hard through terrain that got rockier and colder the farther we traveled.

The building itself looked abandoned. Crumbling stone walls, collapsed roof in sections, windows dark and empty. But Tomas tensed as we approached, and through the bond I felt Darius's wolf stirring with warning.

"It looks empty," one of our scouts said.

"It's supposed to." Tomas's chains clinked as he gestured. "That's the point. Make it ...