The new wolf turns, and I feel a flicker of recognition. I know him from somewhere, but his name escapes me. He jogs over, a friendly smile on his face. Young. Really young. A little scrawny compared to the others, but broad-shouldered and tan. Tousled blond hair.
"Hi Luna, I'm Wes. Follow me."
As we start walking, I try to place where I've seen him before. "How are you doing, Wes?"
He shrugs, his smile fading slightly. "It's been rough for everyone, but we're managing."
I study his face, trying to gauge his age. He's barely more than a kid, judging by the patchy scruff across his face. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
Wes glances at me and laughs. "I'm sixteen."
My eyes widen in shock. "Sixteen," I repeat, my voice soft. Yet he's wearing tactical clothes similar to those my guards wear.
He nods, then adds, "We used to train together under Amara."
