The Training Field
Jason’s POV
The morning sun barely crept over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the Evermore Royal Pack's training field. Jason groaned as he rolled out of bed at 6 a.m., muscles still stiff from his flight. Six goddamn hours of sleep after flying halfway across the country and I’m supposed to act like a f*****g ray of sunshine? He scowled but dragged himself up anyway. Duty called.
By the time he made it to the training field, the place was alive with the sounds of sparring—grunts, growls, and the rhythmic thuds of bodies hitting the ground. Wolves were scattered across the field in groups, practicing hand-to-hand combat, agility drills, and wolf form techniques.
Jason spotted Gregory standing in the center, barking orders like the world’s crankiest drill serg
