Stella:
The sun was just beginning its slow descent behind the treetops when we left the high school, casting a warm golden glow over the training arena. The air smelled of pine, dirt, and sweat, but I didn’t mind. It was one of my favorite places to be, even if I wasn’t the one fighting.
I sat perched on the top wooden railing, my legs swinging idly as I finished some school work and watched Brooks and Forest train in the open clearing. It had always fascinated me—the way they moved, the sheer power they carried in their limbs. They weren’t just any wolves; they were future leaders, Alpha warriors born and bred, and they trained like it.
Brooks, seconds older and more experienced, had always been a force of nature. He fought with confidence, his movements precise and calculated, hi
