Kael POV
The Blood Moon Pack’s training yard is a world away from the rogue camps I scraped by in—no jagged rocks, no broken bottles underfoot, just packed dirt circles ringed by sturdy wooden posts, the morning sun glinting off training weapons that actually look maintained. Last night’s swearing-in still hums in my veins, Kai’s blood mixing with mine under the full moon, the pack link a new, faint buzz in my mind—some voices warm and curious, others sharp with distrust, like thorns hidden in fur. My hair is tied back in a messy knot, borrowed leather gear creaking with every shift of my weight. Veyra paces restlessly in my chest, claws itching to prove we’re more than the rogue label still clinging to me like old smoke. The air is crisp, laced with pine, sweat, and the sharp tang of ste
