The effects of the tranquilizer still messed with his system, leaving him no choice but to sit on the edge of the plain hard bed, one of the few features in the unadorned room. The door slammed behind him, and a thick bar slid into place, sealing Shim into the small room. His nose twitched in disgust. The place smelled like wet dog and hormones. It would be full moon in two days and the barracks were occupied. Crossing the room on unsteady feet, he put his face against the doorframe and drew in a deep breath. Tasting the musky scents, he identified wolves and a bear…no cats, though, other than a faint trace of Rekkus lingering in the air. Staggering to the bed, he lay on his back, hands pillowed beneath his head. He stared at the whitewashed ceiling. The other occupants were of no concern to him, a bunch of hormonal teens struggling to come to terms with the pull of the moon. The island provided a safe refuge and training facility for young weres who couldn’t control themselves.
