A week later, the usually noisy packhouse felt different the moment I opened my eyes. The tension was sitting right there in the pack link, heavy and humming before I had even fully woken up.
It was Saturday, which meant sparring again. Even so, they still would not clear me to shift and join in wolf form. I had not shifted at all since arriving, and the growing unease in the pack was putting Cel on high alert. I could feel her pulsating just beneath my skin, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and my nails aching to extend. I tried to soothe her quietly as I made my way to the shower, letting the warm water do its work while I left my hair dry.
