Arianna
The wind rushed beneath my wings as I climbed higher above the endless canopy of pine trees.
From the ground, Gold Pack always felt alive. I could hear children laughing in the park, smell fresh bread drifting from the bakery downtown, and feel the comforting hum of wolves living ordinary lives. But from up here, everything looked different. Peaceful. Fragile.
It reminded me why Carson had always preferred to study a battlefield from above.
A hawk didn’t simply see farther than a wolf.
It saw patterns.
Movement.
Mistakes.
I hated that some of his lessons still lived inside my head.
Easton had argued with me before letting me leave the station. I could still picture the tightness in his jaw as he reluctantly agreed, only after I promised I’d scout and come straight back. He
