Ryder looked dead. The color had left his face, leaving just a pale yellow tinge. The handsome cheeks had shrunken, allowing his bones to poke through. Training could have been far easier for him, it had been far easier for Lucas, but the quarter master who was in charge of the training said his instincts were working against him instead of for him, and that was because he had held unto a stupid love for humans

The training in its self was gruesome, but Ryder had had to face several punishments when he disobeyed that now, the whipping, the several days he had gone without food, standing outside under the...