The drill horn went off the next morning like nothing had opened a hole in the yard the day before.
That was how the academy did it.
The ground knit shut, the classes ran on top of it, and the only people who knew what was underneath were the six of them and a mole.
Soren watched the rest of them come down over breakfast.
Maren ate three trays and complained about the walk across the grounds and stole the eggs off Soren's plate, which was Maren coming down.
Selah read at the corner table with the frost on her knuckles back to the faint daytime pattern, which was Selah coming down.
Troy went to the training yard and ran drills on the patched grass like he was daring it to open again.
The pack was settling.
He could feel it on the map, four lines that had stopped grinding against each other now that they each knew where they stood.
The order he'd set was holding, and holding meant the noise went down.
