Amara’s POV
The scent of pine, perspiration, and resolve filled the air.
My feet were bare against the chilly ground as I stood in the area just outside the stronghold of the Obsidian Pack. Around me, children held wooden sticks that they pretended were swords, their eyes bulging with concentration.
I raised my hand and said, "Again."
Luna, who was just eight years old, used all the strength her small arms could summon to swing her stick.
"Well done!" I smiled. However, maintain a steady gait. Keep your weight from tipping forward.
She improved the way she planted her feet. I turned to the others and nodded.
I kindly remarked to them, "You may be young, but courage isn't about age." It's about defending the people you care about, even in fear.
The kids gave a nod. While some appear
