The training field was alive with the sounds of determination: the clash of metal against metal the thud of bodies hitting the ground and the sharp commands of instructors cutting through the cool morning air. Adam stood at the edge of the field his arms crossed over his chest as he observed the scene with a critical eye.
Jerek his second in command barked orders at a group of young werewolves as they sparred with wooden weapons. His gruff voice carried authority yet there was a glint of pride in his eyes as he corrected stances and gave pointers. Caleb calm and methodical was overseeing another group practicing hand-to-hand combat. His movements were fluid and precise a reflection of his years of experience.
Adam stepped forward his presence immediately commanding attention. The young w
