Lyralei stared at the faces around her and every single one of them looked at her like she’d lost her damned mind. Maybe she had, but her wolf surged forward anyway demanding this fight, demanding she prove herself to these people who saw her as nothing more than a lucky refugee.
She grinned despite the exhaustion weighing on her bones and turned toward the sparring ring, her feet moving with purpose even as her body screamed at her to stop, to rest, to admit she was pushing too far too fast.
Rienna’s expression shifted from confusion to something darker and her eyes narrowed as a smile curved her lips that had nothing to do with warmth or kindness.
“The newcomer insults you all,” Rienna called out, her voice carrying across the training grounds with practiced ease as she turned slowly,
