Ariana
The third day of the field trip arrived with the kind of brisk morning air that jolted me awake faster than any cup of coffee ever could. Mia and I walked to the clearing where the morning activity would take place, the group of students already gathered and waiting for instruction. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the soreness from the previous day’s obstacle course still lingering in my muscles.
Today was combat training—a session designed to teach us self-defense techniques in our human forms, skills essential for when we couldn’t rely on our wolves. As the supervisor explained the goals for the day, I glanced around, trying not to think about who I’d be paired with.
Of course, fate had other plans.
The moment they called out Ryder’s name next to mine, my heart sank
