I took one last look in the mirror before heading out. Not bad. Six days at the academy had already started reshaping my body. My jaw was sharper, shoulders broader, chest filling out my t-shirt in ways that suggested actual muscle underneath.
Still a long way from looking like a hunter, but I wasn't the same shapeless blob who'd awakened here last week. That guy wouldn't have survived the crawler attack. Hell, that guy wouldn't have had the balls to bet his future against Blair fucking Davenport.
But that guy was gone now. I was something else—something better.
I grabbed my jacket and headed out. Naomi was waiting.
The weather had turned perfect after our morning training session—sunny with a cool breeze coming off the ocean. California showing off, basically. Students filled the main quad, enjoying the Sunday afternoon. Some studied on the grass, others played frisbee, and a few just basked in the sun like lizards soaking up heat.
