Ryker’s POV
It was brand new day, wolves barked commands, younger ones answered with grunts of effort.
It felt good to be back as I stood in the training grounds..
My wolf was restless, snarling beneath my skin, eager to move, to sweat, to remind everyone watching that poison had not conquered me.
“Again!” I shouted, circling a pair of sparring warriors. Their claws clashed. One overreached, the other stumbled. I growled low, stepping in. “Sloppy. A real enemy wouldn’t wait for you to catch balance. You would be dead before you raised that claw again.”
They bowed their heads, ashamed, and I stepped back.. Each command barked, each movement drilled into my men felt like reclaiming myself.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Selena.
She slipped onto the stone bench that overloo
