Dylan's POV
I step into the training ground without any of my warriors noticing my arrival. My nostrils flare the moment my eyes land on them. They’re a mess. It’s been five days—five long, exhausting days of training—and they still haven’t gotten a damn thing right.
If I send them into battle with the Red Moon Pack right now, they’d be torn apart in seconds. No question. Those bastards would crush my warriors like flies. I don’t need a prophecy to tell me that.
“Pathetic,” I growl.
They freeze instantly. All movement ceases. Every head bows in submission. At least they still know how to respect authority.
I walk to the front, fury radiating through every step. My voice comes out like thunder. “Do you think you can defeat Red Moon Pack warriors with these childish moves?” I ask, glar
