Danika’s P.O.V

I stood a couple of meters away from the training grounds, hands tucked into my pants pockets, watching as the wolves trained themselves to exhaustion.

The training ground was massive, filled with all kinds of equipment — each designed for a different purpose. Just by looking at them, I could tell they weren’t merely training; they enjoyed it.

And that stung. It stung my heart… it stung my pride.

Months ago, I had been like them — agile, strong, alive. I used to love training, used to thrive in it. Back then, this kind of exercise was nothing to me. Not when I had Silver.

But now? I...