POV: Elara
The training grounds were alive with motion. Wolves darted between sparring rings, their growls of exertion blending with the rhythmic thuds of claws striking wood. The crisp morning air carried the sharp tang of sweat and damp earth, the chill biting at my skin as I stood near the edge of the clearing. For the first time in weeks, I saw a glimpse of what Talon Pack could be—united, focused, and ready.
Dante stood near the sparring ring, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. His voice cut through the air with authority as he barked instructions to the younger wolves, his tone sharp but never cruel. They hung on his every word, their movements quickening as they responded with a mix of respect and admiration. I watched as he corrected Merris’s stance, his hand lightly t
