High above the dirt training yard, Hazel stood silently on a secluded stone balcony, her hands gripping the thick woolen morning coats of the twins. Her headscarf was drawn low, throwing a perfect shadow over her face as she played the role of Selah. Beside her, Aidan and Liam leaned their small bellies against the cold stone railing, their bright eyes locked onto the intense violence unfolding below.
Down in the yard, Alpha Duncan was totally out of it. He wore no shirt despite the freezing temperature, his massive, heavily scarred torso glistening with sweat and thin lines of crimson blood. He was fighting three of his top elite pack warriors simultaneously.
Duncan wasn't just training; he was pushing his body to a brutal, agonizing breaking point. He moved like a localized hurricane,
