As I returned from saying goodbye to Carrie and Myra, I decided to head towards the training field and see how it was going. The thing about Blue Mountain is we never gave up training. It was not just my role as future alpha, but it was also something I enjoyed and kept me on a reasonable level.

As I approached the training field, I could hear the sounds of grunts and growls, the unmistakable sounds of wolves engaged in rigorous training. The air was charged with energy, the atmosphere buzzing with a palpable intensity and focus. I could see my fellow pack members scattered across the field, their movements...