Morning light spilled through the tall windows of the pack’s training hall, bathing the space in a golden glow. The room echoed with the rhythmic sounds of leather striking flesh, controlled breathing, and the occasional grunt of effort.

Lola wiped the sweat from her brow, her muscles burning but her spirit unwavering. Beside her, Kael watched with a proud smile, catching his breath but ready to push her further.

“Again,” Kael urged gently but firmly. “You’re strong, but strength alone won’t win this.”

Lola nodded, steeling herself. “I want to be ready. For the pack. For you. For them.”

He stepped forward, shadowing her movements as they practiced coordinated attacks...