Axel
With my arms crossed over my chest, I watched Shahar and a few of the warriors demonstrating different techniques to the younger recruits under the shade of the archway, while the others trained in the field.
The young Lycans loved this challenge—an exhilarating test of their strength against seasoned warriors.
Shahar laughed, easily dodging a boy's reckless swing and knocking him off balance with a mere flick of his foot.
"Come on, you’ll have to be faster than that if you want to win a real fight," he teased, offering his opponent a hand.
The recruit took it, shaking his head in good-natured embarrassment, while the others waited, eager for their turn.
I exhaled, adjusting my stance.
Watching my warriors train had always brought me a sense of peace.
Discipline. Order. Strength.
But something about watching Shahar today made my chest feel tight.
Guilt.
That was it.
I could feel it—dragging me down, refusing to be ignored.
Every time I saw him, it reminded me of last night with E
