ALPHA DRAKE
The moon was high, but there was no light in it. Just a sickly glow, casting shadows across the training field like ghosts waiting to rise. I stood at the edge, arms crossed behind my back, watching as my warriors slammed into each other with a rage I hadn’t seen in years. Not since the last time I marched them toward war.
This time… it wasn’t just ambition.
It was personal.
“Harder!” I barked, my voice ripping through the air like a whip. “You think Logan will play fair? You think that wolf of his will go easy on you?”
A growl answered me.
Then a cry.
Then the dull crunch of bones meeting dirt.
One of my newer warriors, a tall, scarred brute named Mathis, had been knocked clean to the ground, blood trailing from his mouth. Good. That meant it was working.
“Again!” I o
