POV: Lyra

The challenge came at midday.

I was training with Vara in the center of the camp when a wolf stepped out of the crowd and threw a blade at my feet.

The blade stuck in the dirt.

The camp went silent.

I looked up.

He was tall. Broad. His arms were covered in scars and his eyes were cold and hard. He wore the mark of the Bloodmoon pack on his chest.

"My name is Torin," he said.

I straightened.

"I know who you are."

He smiled. It was not a kind smile.

"You have been here for two weeks. You have trained with our warriors. You have...