When Sage arrived to combat class, the other students were warming up and stretching. She noticed Caspian immediately. He was sparring with another shifter, their movements fast as lightning as they tossed blows at each other. Caspian was already sweating and had removed his shirt, which lay abandoned in the grass. His muscles rippled in the sunlight and Sage felt a little lightheaded as she moved towards him.

Focus, she told herself. She needed answers.

She walked ...