Careful Planning
Late afternoon light spilled into the training yard, turning the dirt a warm hue of ochre and bronze. The rhythmic thud of fists against flesh, punctuated by the occasional grunt or hiss, gradually quieted as wolves finished their sparring under a Beta’s watch. Calhoun stood at the yard’s edge, arms folded, his keen eyes on every movement. Today, the tension in the air felt heavier—a lingering sense that something big was on the horizon. He inhaled deeply, taking in the mingled scents of sweat and dust, recalling how different things were not long ago. In the back of his mind, the memory stirred: chanting voices, silver paint reflecting in eerie moonlight, and the faint, frantic pulse of a life that should have ended but didn’t. A soft scuff of boots drew his attention. David approached
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