Asher's POV
The sun was sinking behind the hills. Bleeding orange streaks across the sky. I leaned against the wooden railing at the edge of the training grounds. My arms folded tight across my chest. Below, the younger wolves sparred. Every clumsy clash. A few had potential. Most still fought like pups.
Milo lunged at his opponent with more heart than sense, headfirst—again.
“Stop using your skull like you're trying to crack open coconuts,” I called out, my voice steady. “Unless you're hoping to knock yourself out before the fight's even over.”
A few chuckles echoed through the clearing. Milo’s ears flattened, but he straightened up and adjusted his stance without arguing. Good. The boy wasn’t hopeless—just impatient.
I stayed where I was, watching them push through their drills. Th
