The shore is a busy place. Pitchford warriors are preparing to leave while General Brandon is talking to other werewolves. Klevon stands beside me, quiet and just silently taking in the scent of the sea and nearby flowers.

I feel sad about leaving Nowra again. I shift my attention to her and reach for her hand. We exchange a sad, knowing smile. We’ve been inseparable ever since I arrived on the island.

“Kaiya, they are calling for us,” Klevon whispers.

I embrace Nowra tightly, and she whispers, “I promise we will meet again. I will do my best to pass that exam.”

I nod and step back from her. Her...