Not an easy student

Adalia made her way reluctantly to the battlefield. It was a warm morning, a rarity with the coming of winter. The sky was the burnt orange of sunset, and already her paws felt stiff and unwieldy beneath her body. She wasn’t built for fighting. She was small, fragile, and abused. She wasn’t the type of wolf that fought back. She had accepted her fate, and these Lord and Ladies were tossing everything she knew to the wind. Days. It had been days, and no one had claimed her body. No one had forced themselves into her, and left her broken and alone after they were done.

Apparently, the cost of his luxury was the requirement that she learn to fight. She made her way to the barracks, a touch earlier than Art had commanded, and sat outside the building. Looking out across the ocean, and feeling the stiff, salty breeze ruffle through her coat. Her expression was smooth, wiping away any trace of her reluctance and unhappiness.

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