The morning light had barely kissed the jagged mountain peaks when I awoke to the faint, echoing sounds of horns. Unlike previous days, the call was layered, complex, almost musical in its intensity and it carried a weight I could feel pressing against my chest. Today’s training was different. I could sense it before even rising: this was not about endurance, nor raw power, nor survival against shadows. Today would be about strategy, cooperation, and the kind of awareness that extended beyond the self.
I pulled the cloak tighter around my shoulders and stepped onto the plateau. The frost crunched beneath my boots, sending shards of cold through my senses. Wolves of the training pack were already assembling, forming formations that seemed at once rigid and fluid, like flowing water frozen
