Nathan’s POV
Training angry wolves was easier than leading them.
Anger was simple. Predictable. You pointed it in the right direction and it moved exactly where you wanted it to. Leadership was different. Leadership meant carrying the weight of every decision, every risk, every life that would eventually be lost because of the path you chose. And now that the first failed attempt to retrieve Elodie had spread through the wolves aligned with me, I could feel the shift happening around me. Some still looked at me with certainty. Others with curiosity. A few with doubt. They were starting to understand that this was no longer a rebellion built on whispers and dissatisfaction. This was becoming war.
The training grounds echoed with the sound of bodies colliding, wolves sparring under the fa
