(Alpha Mack's POV)
Rayla delivered one final command — “Guard up” — and Ryan obeyed, shakily, stubbornly, sweat rolling down his jaw. He lifted his blade with trembling arms, but he lifted it anyway. I’d seen enough. “Rayla,” I called. “That’s enough for today.” She froze mid-step. Ryan nearly collapsed with relief. Rayla turned toward me, confusion tugging at her features. “Father—? I can continue. He can—” “No,” I said firmly. “Training ends here.” She swallowed whatever argument rose to her tongue. Good. She bowed her head, controlled and disciplined. “Yes, Alpha.” Then, quieter— “I’ll clean up.” “Do so,” I said. “You’re dismissed.” She hesitated only a moment before gathering her things and walking toward the barracks.
Mayra flickered behind her eyes — bristling, unsettled — but Ra
