Brielle's POV
The sun was barely up when I dragged myself to the training grounds, my muscles already aching from the previous day's brutal session. Every step sent a dull throb through my limbs, but I pushed forward. Pain was temporary. Failure, however, would haunt me forever.
Silvermoon wolves were ruthless. Efficient. Disciplined.
I wasn’t one of them: not yet.
But I would be.
I had to be.
I refused to be the broken, rejected girl that I was in my pack. I refused to be their pity case, the outcast they expected to crumble under pressure.
If they were waiting for me to break, they’d be waiting a long damn time.
Jade leaned casually against the wooden fence that lined the training area, sipping from a water bottle, watching me with amusement. Her emerald eyes gleamed under the e
