The island smelled of salt and wet mud. Valkira stood at the edge of the muddy training ground, her heavy leather boots sinking into the dark dirt. Morning fog crept over the sharp mountain peaks behind her, but she didn't move a muscle.Before her, the packs were training. Sixty fierce shape shifters fought in aggressive pairs across the dirt. These were rogues, notorious killers from different species across the mainland. A year ago, they were nothing but violent mess. Valkira had beaten them into shape. Now, they move together like one disciplined machine.Valkira watched a young wolf named Dren take a hard hit to his ribs. He stumbled backward into the mud, coughing up dark blood. Dren slowly wiped his mouth, got back on his feet, bared his fangs, and attacked again."That's enough," Rog growled from the sideline. The huge bear shifter’s arms were still half-shifted into thick fur and claws. "The boy is done for the day.""He is not done," Chris, her Beta, shot back, his voice cut
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