Chapter 46 

~Valeria ~ “Can you move?” Grimm asks. “Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place. “My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch. “Eww!” I laugh. He got a good night’s sleep, and today he looks much better. His mood is lighter too. I get distracted looking at my phone. No message from Raphael yet—but the bastard had the nerve to message Antonio and tell him to exclude me from the moon festival guarding duties tonight. One look at me, and Antonio knew I was about to blow up on him, so he just turned and left. I watch Antonio pace before us, his gaze sweeping over the wolfless. “Today, you begin your practical training. It is the Full Moon Festival. Every full moon, the Firing Armada—th