The morning sun spilled across the training grounds, catching the frost on the grass and the taut muscles of the pack. Wolves moved through coordinated drills, practicing stances, attacks, and defensive maneuvers. The air was tense but disciplined, each movement sharp and deliberate. Every snap of a branch, every scraping footfall, felt magnified in the crisp air.Veyra walked among them, observing quietly. She didn’t rush to intervene, only adjusting stances, correcting angles, or giving brief, soft-spoken advice when necessary. Her calm efficiency drew the younger wolves closer, their respect growing naturally. Each small nod, each careful correction, reinforced her place not by authority, but by competence.Selene watched from a distance, arms crossed, senses keyed on every subtle shift in the pack’s energy. She noted the almost imperceptible tilt of the younger wolves toward Veyra, the way their confidence seemed to rise when she was nearby. A warning flickered in
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