Jace

I keep them moving.

That’s the only way to keep the nerves from curdling into something dangerous—constant motion, constant correction. The field beyond the pack grounds is churned earth and flattened grass, marked with claw rakes, boot prints, and the lingering heat of exertion. Wolves and Lycans move through drills in mixed units, the air thick with sweat, ozone, and restrained aggression.

They smell ready, my wolf murmurs. But readiness isn’t the same as survival.

No, it's not, but I think the chance at retribution will give us the edge. That and the pairing with the Lycans. It gives us an edge.

My wolf nods at my assessment. True....