DANTE’S POV
Training was supposed to be simple…for them at least. Physical exertion. Discipline. Obedience. I obviously wasn’t going to train them as good as I trained my own wolves. I wast looking to make them as good as I was and I was still just doing this because it was an order, a punishment for a crime that I wasn’t guilty of. I was going to teach them my the basics, that was how I had always handled unrest—through structure and dominance. Wolves fell in line when they were given something clear to follow, something stronger than their doubts. That had always worked for me.
Until Lucas stepped onto my training grounds.
The morning air was sharp, carrying the scent of damp earth and iron, the kind of chill that sank into muscle and bone. The four wolves selected by the council stoo
