The sun was barely a whisper on the horizon when the training grounds began to stir. Soldiers milled about, their movements purposeful and sharp, the air charged with a quiet urgency.
Everyone here knew what loomed ahead. The rebellion wasn’t just a shadow anymore—it was a storm barreling toward Verauno with the force of a hundred angry wolves. And we had to be ready.
I stood on the edge of the field, watching as groups of warriors practiced maneuvers under the watchful eyes of their commanders.
The clink of swords and the grunt of exertion filled the air, but it was the palpable tension that pressed against my chest. Every person here carried the weight of what was coming, but none more so than Asher.
He moved among the soldiers like a force of nature, his commands crisp and unwaveri
