Nikolai Pov.
I wiped the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand, the sting of it a welcome reminder that I was alive, that I was pushing myself beyond the limits of my body.
The pack training grounds were quiet except for the occasional growl or grunt of the men who trained under me.. We moved as one, our coordinated movements sharp, our stamina endless. It was how we were raised—every one of us born to lead, to fight, to protect.
As the son of the Alpha, it was only natural I led the group. My heart pounded, not from exhaustion, but from my ultimate goal to keep them fit and up to par in case a war arouses.. The fire that always pushed me to be better, stronger, faster.
A voice interrupted my focus. "Nikolai."
I barely turned my head, knowing who it was without lookin
