Aurora wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, her arms sore from hours of training. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the field as the young wolves began to settle down.

Most of them looked half dead from exhaustion, but there was a fire in their eyes now, a hunger for more. It was something she hadn’t seen in a long time. They obviously adored her now. Such a frail looking woman yet with so much power that they couldn't even measure up to.

She turned and saw Rowan leaning against the far wall, arms crossed like he had been watching...