Ronan's Point Of ViewThe training grounds were a chaos of snarls, clashing metal, and the thud of bodies hitting the dirt. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and the sharp, metallic tang of weapons. The sun beat down mercilessly, casting long, jagged shadows across the packed earth, where my team moved in perfect, brutal synchronization... a machine of muscle, instinct, and rage."Faster!" I barked, my voice a whip-crack over the grunts and growls of my pack. "Move like your lives depend on it, because they do!"Derek, my second, lunged at Marcus, his claws flashing as he swiped at the younger wolf’s chest. Marcus blocked, twisting to drive his elbow into Derek’s ribs, but Derek was already moving, spinning to kickMarcus’ legs out from under him. Marcus hit the ground with a grunt, but rolled instantly, springing back to his feet with a snarl."Good!" I shouted, pacing along the edge of the ring, my arms crossed. "But sloppy! Derek, you left your flank open! Marcus, y
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