Cassian's POV.
“Again!” I barked, slamming my fist into the padded bag. My knuckles burned. Sweat ran down my temple, stung my eyes, but I ignored it. Harder, faster. My wolf was restless, alert, hungry for movement. The pack boys mirrored me, panting, muscles straining. I didn’t let up. I wouldn’t let up.
“Don’t just swing, predict!” I shouted, circling them. “If you’re not thinking ahead, you’re dead in the fight!”
Walker and Sam were beside me, pushing, correcting, sweating as much as I was. Father leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp, always calculating, always judging. His presence was quiet, commanding.
“You’re holding back,” he said, voice low but firm. “Push them. Push yourself. Or all this is useless.”
I clenched my jaw, gritted my teeth. “I’m aware,” I mutt
