Camilla's POV“Strength without control is nothing. Control without awareness is fatal. You survive by knowing where to be, not by hitting the hardest,” Beta Jace began, now dressed in his own training clothes.He wore a dark leather tunic beneath a long, fur-trimmed coat, heavy boots, and a wolf pelt draped across his shoulders. A carved bone talisman hung from his neck. It was a fitting attire for a trainer.He handed me my own outfit: a rough leather shirt, a short skirt over fitted leggings, sturdy boots, and a leather cord with a small wolf fang around my neck.“How strong is your wolf? Do you have any awareness of that?” He asked before we began.“On a scale of one to ten, I’d say two. Silver was injected into my bloodstream, and ever since then, my wolf has been paralyzed,” I explained, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.“But you weren’t a weak wolf from the start?”“I was a top warrior in my former pack. I was never weak, until I was bitten by silver claws,” I s
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