Cassian’s POV
The sun beat down harder than usual for a Saturday, sweat already stinging my eyes before the drills even started. Drew stood off to the side with a stopwatch, his voice carrying across the field like a damn drill sergeant. The guys...most of them shirtless, muscles slick with sweat...were gasping already. Wolves wrestled in the dirt on one side, two-on-two, snarling and snapping like they forgot we weren’t supposed to take each other’s throats out during practice.
“Up again!” I barked, pacing in front of them. “No breaks. You think your enemies are gonna give you water breaks? You think they’re gonna stop to check if you’re tired?”
Ethan, one of the bigger guys, flopped onto the grass like he was about to pass out. “Cass, man...this is insane. We’ve been running suicides
