Alpha Lorenzo
I stood on the edge of the training grounds, watching the warriors spar under the watchful eye of Garrick, the pack's witch trainer.
The air was heavy with the sound of swords clashing and the smell of sweat blending with the dew of morning.
Beside me., Conan observed the training with a critical eye. "Garrick's been pushing them hard," he commented, his voice low. "They're improving."
"They need to be ready," I replied, my tone firm. "The witches have been getting bolder. We cannot afford to be unprepared.”
Conan nodded, his gaze shifting to a pair of young warriors engaged in a fierce sparring session. “They're not there yet, but they're getting close."
My phone buzzed in my pocket just as I opened my mouth to reply. I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. The calle
