Cassidy
Back in my room, Kieran helped me settle onto the edge of the bed before stepping toward the window. He looked lighter than usual, though the usual tension still sat in his shoulders like armor.
"There's something else," he said, his back to me.
I glanced up. "Don't tell me you want to punish the boy?"
He huffed a quiet laugh. "A monthly tradition, actually. Something we do for our trainees—those preparing to become warriors or guards. It's a simulation. We call it the Hunt."
I blinked. "That sounds... intense."
"It is," he admitted. "We split everyone into teams. They're given non-lethal weapons—paintball guns, electric stun rods, pellet guns. Nothing fatal, but it still hurts. They enter the pack's hunting grounds, and the last team standing wins."
"So... a war game?"
"Exactly." He hesitated, then added, "Even my sister joins in. It's mostly the younger wolves, but Callum thinks it might be good for you."
My brows lifted. "Callum suggested this?"
