Maeve’s POV
The Pack training grounds were a wide stretch of packed dirt, reinforced concrete, and heavy steel barricades set against the dense forest of the northern perimeter.
The morning air was crisp and smelled of pine, ozone, and the sharp metallic scent of alpha sweat.
I stood at the edge of the observation deck, looking down at the elite pack warriors stretching and sparring in the dirt below.
I had changed out of my usual tailored dresses and blouses. Today I wore pitch-black tactical cargo pants, tight combat boots, and a form-fitting sleeveless black athletic top that showed the toned lines of my arms and shoulders. My dark hair was pulled back into a tight braid that whipped against my spine in the morning wind.
Behind me, standing in the shadows of the observation canopy,
