Briar
I found myself standing in a sun-drenched training yard, surrounded by a group of young wolves. They all looked to be around 18 or 19, fit and eager, practically vibrating with nervous energy. Among them, I spotted a familiar face – a younger version of the guard who now stood frozen before me in reality.
The group's attention suddenly snapped to attention, and I felt a jolt of recognition as I saw the cause. Eric strode into the yard, every inch the charismatic leader. He moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, his amber eyes sweeping over the recruits like a king surveying his subjects.
"Attention, recruits!" Eric's voice boomed across the yard, commanding and charismatic. "Today marks the beginning of your journey to become elite guards of the Nightriver Pack. I am
