The First Class

Ryker

I arrived at the dusty training grounds a full half-hour before the scheduled time. I used the pretense of checking the protective boundary wards and organizing the heavy combat equipment. The truth, however, lay elsewhere. My wolf, Varg, knew exactly what we were doing. We were hunting for her scent.

*She will be here,* Varg insisted. He paced back and forth across the confines of my mind