The next morning I walked the training yard with fresh purpose: To train these fragile women and girls of age so they can defend themselves when the need aruses. I had the women run the same drill three times, each round faster than the last.
Blades flashed under the weak sun. Sweat flew around spattering on the floor and on each other at the clang of each blade. I moved among them, correcting grips, adjusting stances, pushing them until their arms shook.
Lila watched from the edge, wooden sword in her lap, eyes wide as she tried to copy every motion. The twins slept in a basket nearby, bundled against the chill.
I spent the afternoon in council, listening to disputes over water rights and seed stores. I ruled on each one with quick, clear decisions, my voice steady even when Calder sat silent in the front row. The pack listened. Some nodded. Others shifted in their seats, but no one interrupted.
