I tied my hair into a tight braid and wrapped it into a bun, smoothing down any flyaway hairs. I headed out with the first light of dawn and slipped to an eerily quiet kitchen before heading to where the warriors got ready to train, knowing they would be outside now.
That night that I watched The Hunter train with Nolan, his belt hung over the rickety fence with his keys attached. He was either ignorant, which I doubted, or confident in his abilities not to find Dominick or Hudson’s trainers much of a threat. Or maybe he trusted them, but I doubted that too. I hoped whatever logic he applied to training with Nolan also applied to the Warriors.
I was happy to find that it did.
Hung up neatly was his belt hidden behind his faded black leather jacket. The keyring was nearly impossible t
