Ember was lost for words at what she saw in front of her. Her heart pumped a little bit than it should as she scanned the young wolves lined up on a platform. She estimated their age ranges from thirteen to sixteen, so young but also very determined to learn how to combat and protect the realm. Her heart was filled with adoration for these young wolves because she was once like them. Though she really was not into fighting and self-defense before, she learned to love it since it will ensure the safety of the people of Devonlaire.
“So, how do you like this place? I thought you might like it here since you are part of the King’s soldiers.” Solana crossed her arms in front of her chest as she looked at those young recruits with pride. We trained them and taught them how to be strong. Because we all know not werewolves were born with the ability to fight, some of them were omegas, but they are learning.” Solana explained.
“Wow, this place is so beautiful. Where is this place? Is it outsid
