As the plans for training and patrols are finalized, we leave the security center and make our way to the training grounds. The morning air is crisp, and the sun casts a warm glow over the pack. The scent of pine and earth fills the air as we reach the open area designated for various training activities. Emilio is already waiting for us, his tall frame and stoic expression giving an air of authority. As we approach, he nods in acknowledgment.
"Good morning, Alpha, Luna, Tristan," he greets, his tone respectful, gaining nods from the others. "And my best shooter, Autumn." He says with a smirk.
"Morning, Emilio," I reply, readying myself for another session of training.
We all go to the locker rooms, change into appropriate training gear, and return to the training grounds. Tristan and
