POV: Mason
The following days became a blur of relentless training and unyielding resolve. From the crack of dawn until the moon ruled the sky once more, the pack pushed itself beyond every known limit. As Beta, it was my responsibility to shape warriors out of fear, to turn uncertainty into strength.
And failure was not an option.
“Form up!” My voice cut sharply across the training grounds. Wolves snapped into position instantly, muscles taut, eyes burning with determination. “Arken won’t wait for us to be ready. That means we don’t get the luxury of rest. Today, we fight like the battle is already here.”
The pack split into squads. Steel clashed. Magic flared. Dirt tore beneath pounding feet.
Alex ruled the combat circle like a living flame—her power precise, devastating, inspiring.
