The freezing wind of the training grounds whipped against the heavy fur-lined cloak I had pulled tightly around my aching body. The clothes I wore were incredibly comfortable, perfectly suited for the cold, wrapping me in a warm embrace even as the wind howled outside. I was so unused to such luxury and this was just his traveling bed, after all. The softness of the mattress was a stark contrast to the harsh cold outside.
I stood near the edge of the courtyard, observing the brutal efficiency of the Lycan war camp. Weretigers and werewolves moved with lethal grace, hauling crates of armor onto wagons. Lochlan barked orders in the distance. But my eyes were fixed on the towering silhouette of the Lycan King. Callum stood near the center of the staging area, running a calloused hand down th
