POV: Zane

The training field is quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the occasional thud of feet on the mats. We have been at it for almost an hour, the three of us moving through the usual drills. Ryker is spotting Caius on a heavy lift. I am circling, waiting for my turn to shift and test the perimeter like we do most evenings. The bond between us feels steady tonight, the same low hum it has carried since Ayla came back. She is in the main house. Safe. That is enough to keep my wolf calm even when the old restlessness tries to surface.

I drop...