~ Harper’s POV ~
"Where are we going?"
"To see if you’re actually strong-willed, or if you’re just loud."
Ten minutes later, he was leading me toward the northern edge of the MoonShine territory. We bypassed the main training grounds where the pack warriors were drilling. Instead, we headed toward a high-walled enclosure made of jagged grey stone. It looked more like a prison yard than a gym.
Two guards stood at the entrance. They straightened as Damon approached, their eyes flickering to me with a mixture of pity and contempt.
"Alpha," one of them said, bowing his head.
"Open it," Damon ordered.
We stepped inside. The ground was packed dirt, stained with years of sweat and, likely, blood. There were no fancy machines here. Just heavy stones, wooden posts, and a rack of weapons that
