Aubrey's POV
The afternoon sun beat down on the training grounds as I watched the young wolves collapse dramatically onto the grass, their exaggerated groans of exhaustion making it hard to maintain my stern expression.
"My legs don't work anymore," complained Tyler, a lanky fourteen-year-old with perpetually messy brown hair. He flopped onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes. "Luna Aubrey broke them."
"Completely broken," agreed Sarah, his training partner. Her blonde ponytail was coming loose, wisps of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. "We'll never walk again."
I crossed my arms, fighting back a smile. "If you have enough energy to complain, you have enough energy for another round of perimeter drills."
The collective whine that rose from the group was interrupted by Knox'
