Novel & Cerita Forest Training Camp Arc

Rayen bounces as we walk to his tent. The setup is really camp like except that the tents have been made inside the huge hotel with security so tight no one goes around without an ID. I doubt Alex understands the word camping. “When you said camping, I thought it's the one everyone goes to. But I should have known nothing is the same with you, I mean, you created an artificial forest!” I can't help but laugh at how crazy this is. “I think it's a win-win situation. The kids get to have fun, and we get to keep them safe.” He shrugs.

Aria’s POV We lined up at the forest’s edge, all ten of us. Callen gave the final instructions. Today wasn’t about sparring; it was a hunting game. Hidden tokens were scattered through the forest. The team that returned with the most would win. I nodded and adjusted my arm guards. My wrists still ached slightly from yesterday, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. “Remember,” Callen said, “the forest is your test. Work together, watch your steps and don’t waste energy.”

The dawn light painted the forest in hues of pale gold, casting long shadows that danced among the trees as Alice and the others reached the guerrilla headquarters in Tipas. The camp was nothing like the one they had left behind in Laguna. The makeshift tents were replaced by sturdier structures—actual houses, some small, others large, clustered near each other like a hidden village within the dense forest. Beyond the trees, rice fields stretched toward the horizon, and a river flowed nearby, its gentle gurgling adding a sense of calm that was almost deceptive given the circumstances.

Deciding to not sour my mood more than it already was, I focused on my task at hand. Lucifel was jumping up and down in my head from the frustration of seeing his other half with a torn back, making it impossible to think straight! We were camped in our resort room deep within the Forest of Fontainebleau. when I chose this place for our little retreat, I envisioned long runs in our wolf forms around the forest, the fresh scent of nature brushing through our furs; letting out wolves connect without worry in the world.

“Dax Forest arrives tomorrow to start his training. Not sure if he might have some information for us, but it might be worth talking to him.” Dax Forest—the park ranger from Angeles State Park. “Great, thanks,” Cadence said for both her and Aaron, and Aurora nodded, an indication that she felt her job as head trainer was done. “Okay—thanks again, everyone. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

The entire campsite was heavily guarded, with one sentry post at every few steps. The Raksasa Tribe had lived in the wilderness for generations, they had an unrestrained temperament, and they were carefree. They were not usually that cautious. However, Alaric had been influenced by Debra and Shentel; that was why he adopted the defensive measures commonly used by the Nine Mainland. Night fell, and the entire camp was shrouded in darkness. Whoosh! Suddenly, a cold figure flew from a distance and landed steadily in the dark southwest corner of the camp.

It would be a fucking great scene to watch, I suppose. I was the last to return and walk back as we crossed the other side of the bridge. I studied the lands of what was once been my former home. Alpha Cain has indeed made use of the Iron Woods Pack’s arid temperature for he has turned it into a training ground for the surviving Warriors and other men in my pack. What was once a nature park where me and my sister occasionally wander is now a war camp for Alpha Cain’s legion. Only a few houses remained, most were tents erected. Surrounding the dense area in the middle which is obviously littered with sparring rings and weapons of all types.

Ellie. The training camp was arranged at a villa tucked away from the royal palace. It was a spacious forest with the tallest trees I’d ever seen, with buildings scattered about the space. There was no doubt some of them were accommodations for us, and maybe classrooms. I had arrived late with Alpha Tristian so I was very behind on a tour of the place, but Alpha Tristian assured me it would be fine and he’d show me around. Honestly, I didn’t know what I’d do without him. It had been three days since the dowager Queen’s birthday, and in those days, I spent my time going through the training camp manual Alpha Tristian lent me, so I could proudly say I was ready for the camp.

She doesn’t bolt. She listens. And I do, too. The camp is carved into a crater in the forest floor—burned trees ring its edge like blackened ribs. There are no tents or structures—just hollowed dens, bark-walled nests, and firepits ringed in teeth. It doesn’t smell like decay. It smells like bone and smoke and survival. I walk ahead of Kael for the first time in miles. Not because I want distance. Because I need space to breathe.

she says, squeezing my hand tighter. As the sun dips lower, the forest begins to darken, and we decide to make camp for the night. The warriors we’ve brought with us set up the tents and prepare a fire, the familiar crackle and warmth enveloping us as dusk settles around us. Aloria sits close to me, her eyes reflecting the flames as she talks with Kellan, I am happy that they have become close friend, knowing he will protect her with his life if I am not there. I can’t help but admire her, the way she commands attention even among the gruffest of our pack. But as the evening draws on, I feel the pulse of energy within me, the power of lightning crackling at my fingertips, eager to be unleash