Luca’s POV
“Again.”
My voice rang through the training grounds, firm and unwavering.
The young wolves before me panted heavily, sweat glistening on their skin as they struggled to catch their breath. But I didn’t let up. Strength wasn’t built through comfort. It was forged through discipline.
“Your stance is weak,” I told one of the boys, “A single misstep in battle could be the difference between life and death.”
He nodded, his determination rekindling. Good.
I turned to another, a young female werewolf who had hesitated during the last attack. “You second-guess too much. Trust your instincts.”
She clenched her fists, frustration flashing in her eyes, but she nodded.
I exhaled, watching them reset into position. They had potential, unrefined.
Just as I was about to issue another
