Chapter 6: I Lack the Fangs

Sunday night, I asked Nessa to cut my hair. It came off just above the shoulders, all one length. Practical. Two wolves had grabbed it in training and put me flat on my back with it, and I have exactly enough ego to hate losing. When I walked into the common room, my unit whistled and drummed the table like animals. "You look like someone about to ruin a man's month," Vesper observed. "That's the idea." Monday morning I put on the Commander's uniform for the first time. Black, silver wolf's...