The sun peeked over the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Moondance Pack training grounds. The morning air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of dew-soaked grass and the distant murmur of the forest. Pack members gathered, stretching and warming up for the day’s training. The young shifters, a mix of nerves and excitement evident on their faces, clustered in small groups, exchanging murmured conversations and speculative glances.
Beta Matthew stood at the center of the grounds, commanding and authoritative. His eyes scanned the group, lingering briefly on each young shifter as if assessing their readiness. Tall and broad-shouldered, Matthew exuded a calm strength that reassured even as it demanded respect. He raised a hand, calling for silence.
“Gather around, everyone,” he called
