Kaelen
The sounds of yips and howls in the distance drew Kaelen in, curious about how the new drills on how to fight an enemy that could stand on two legs and grab you were going.
He stood at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed, jaw tight as he watched Ragnar throw one of the younger wolves into the dirt with a brutal efficiency that bordered on cruel.
"Again!" Ragnar barked, spinning on his heels, bare-chested and grinning as two more packmates shifted and charged him. His human form gleamed with sweat, muscles tensed, movement fluid and predatory.
This was his Beta at his truest self, welcoming the brutality and violence, never backing down. There was no one who lived for a hunt more than he.
One wolf leaped at his side, the other at his throat. Kaelen’s sharp eyes tracked eve
