The grass plain was alive with movement, the clash of bodies and the rhythmic pounding of fists against training dummies filling the air. The scent of sweat and dirt mixed with the crisp morning breeze as the warriors of Bloodmoon trained relentlessly.
Kane had wasted no time in mobilizing the pack after Cassandra’s betrayal. War was no longer a possibility—it was a certainty.
And I needed to be ready.
Even without my wolf, I refused to be a liability. If I couldn’t fight with claws and teeth, I would fight with strategy.
I stood at the edge of the training grounds, observing the warriors as they sparred. Marcus and Ethan led one group through hand-to-hand combat drills while another section practiced combat in their wolf forms. Their forms were elegant and lethal as they moved through
