The morning sun crested over Hollow Mountain, casting golden rays on the training grounds that stretched between jagged outcroppings and the reconstructed barracks. What was once a cold, abandoned outpost had become a hive of coordinated chaos. Warriors from both the Silver Moon and Shadow Fang Packs milled about, some stretching, others half-asleep, and more than a few glaring daggers at their counterparts.
“Alright, listen up, you overgrown furballs!” Lisa’s voice cracked through the air like a whip, dragging groans from both packs. “Today’s the day we stop acting like rival reality TV contestants and start acting like a united front.”
Next to her, Logan grinned like a wolf with a full moon buffet. “Which means,” he added, clapping his hands together, “welcome to Bonding Bootcamp.”
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