MELISSA’S POV

The first morning at the Academy began in chaos.

At first, I thought the pounding sound was in my head, not with the relentless pacing of my wolf in the back of my mind and Kennedy snoring faintly below me. Then came the roar of a voice outside the dormitory:

“Up, recruits! You think this is a holiday inn? Get your lazy hides out of bed-NOW!” A bucket of icy water was dumped unceremoniously across my face.

I shot upright with a strangled gasp, sputtering as water dripped from my hair and soaked through my thin tunic. Around me, groans and curses filled the dormitory. Recruits stumbled from...