I walked into training a few days later, and it was like a record scratched, and the music stopped. Silence fell like a lead balloon, the oppression of it making my palms sweaty. Every single wolf's eyes turned to me. I sent a prayer up that I was no longer limping and didn't look like prey anymore.

Well, not any more than usual.

Jun waited at the front, his expression carefully blank. He sported a sling. I frowned at it, but didn't comment or even say a word to anyone. ...