FAYE
The morning training session had done little to clear my head.
If anything, it had only given me more time to think.
Every punch I threw.
Every kick.
Every sprint across the training grounds.
Somehow, my thoughts always wandered back to the attack.
By the time I finished, a thin layer of sweat clung to my skin, and strands of hair had escaped my ponytail and stuck to the side of my face.
I unscrewed my water bottle and took a long drink as I made my way toward the main house.
The compound was already alive with activity.
Warriors crossed the courtyard in small groups.
Servants hurried between buildings.
A few younger wolves were just beginning their morning drills.
Everything appeared perfectly normal.
Until movement near the eastern pathway caught my attention.
I slowe
