While Diana and Willow were in town choosing dresses for the Stone Claw ceremony, Talon found himself restless. He had tried staying inside the guest suite. He had tried reviewing the small reports Damon had given them about the Silver Wolf. He had even tried sitting quietly, waiting for Diana to return. None of it worked. His wolf was restless.
Fenrir paced inside him, still tense from the attack, still angry over Thorne’s poison, still unwilling to trust the Rogue Kingdom fully even if Damon was slowly becoming less unbearable.
“We need to move,” Fenrir said. Talon agreed.
So instead of sitting inside and letting his thoughts twist into anger, he left the suite and followed the sounds of training.
The Rogue Kingdom’s training grounds were larger than he expected. Warriors sparred in
