Dalton’s POV
The ground beneath my paws was damp, carrying the scent of pine and earth as I lunged forward, muscles straining against the pull of the transformation. The world sharpened into perfect clarity — every rustle of leaves, every heartbeat in the training field, every breath of my pack brothers and sisters.
We’d been at it for hours, sparring, running drills, pushing our bodies until sweat mixed with the dust beneath us. Training wasn’t just about strength — it was about control, instinct, unity. And right now, I was running on something more than just the desire to be stronger. I was running on the thought of her.
Emily.
Every time I shifted, I carried her in my mind like a heartbeat I couldn’t lose. She was back at the cabin, healing, stubborn as ever, pretending she didn’t
