LENNOX
The morning air at the training field carried that usual mix of damp earth and raw energy. I liked mornings like this — when the younger wolves were still half-asleep, and I could watch them stumble through drills before I reminded them what real strength looked like. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, just streaks of orange light cutting through the mist that hung over the arena.
“Line up!” I barked, and the chatter died instantly. The new students scrambled into place, their nervous eyes darting to me and then back to the ground. That was good. Fear made them listen. Fear made them disciplined.
Just like yesterday, and other days, Tyce and Derrick flanked me like shadows, both wearing the same smug grin they always had when they knew we were about to make the new recruits sweat.
