The forest clearing smelled of pine and damp earth as Meghan led the younger wolves through another training session. The pack had settled into a rhythm after the chaos of Karl’s attacks, but Meghan knew better than anyone that vigilance was never optional.
“Remember,” she called, voice carrying over the clearing, “you can be fast, but speed isn’t everything. You need control. Listen to your instincts, but keep your head clear.”
Several of the younger wolves, including Lila and Tom, crouched low, practicing stealth approaches and coordinated movement. Tom gave an exaggerated growl, and Lila laughed, darting forward to tag him before he could react. Meghan shook her head, suppressing a smile. Their joy was infectious — a good reminder that life went on, even after danger.
Brett walked be
