The morning sun peeked over the horizon, bathing the pack's territory in a warm, golden glow. Evelina stood at the edge of the training grounds, her keen eyes observing as her warriors engaged in a series of intricate drills and maneuvers.

The clash of steel against steel echoed through the crisp morning air, punctuated by the grunts and battle cries of the warriors as they honed their skills to a razor's edge. Sweat glistened on their brows, their muscles rippling with every thrust and parry of their blades.

Jaxon approached, his brow furrowed with concern. "Alpha, our scouts have reported increased enemy activity along the eastern border. They grow bolder...