*Silas*

The morning air was cool against my skin, but my work preparing the training circle was already producing a sweat. I wiped the beads off my brow as I sharpened the small knife I intended to use.

I did this fully believing Constance wouldn’t show up. Perhaps I was too hard on her yesterday, and she had decided to quit. Good, I thought. She was too weak to be a warrior anyways. She didn’t deserve to fight in the ring.

She had come from the very pack ...