Kael’s POV
“In line. Face your partner and attack.”
My voice carried across the training grounds with enough force to silence the scattered murmurs of warriors adjusting their stances. The early sun glinted against metal as swords were raised in unison. Dust rose beneath boots shifting into position, and the scent of sweat and iron hung thick in the air.
“Keep your sword at your side until you feel the weight of your opponent’s intention,” I continued, pacing slowly between pairs. “Strength without control is useless. Now strike.”
Steel clashed again and again. The rhythm was sharp and relentless. I watched every movement closely, correcting grips, kicking ankles apart when stances weakened, knocking blades aside when arms grew lazy.
“The wolf shifters will hold their form until they
