Caelan POV:
Rhydan has the yard moving before the sun clears the treeline, his voice carrying cleanly across the packed earth, commands clipped and efficient, bodies responding without hesitation as wolves and humans alike fall into motion, stretching, rolling shoulders, settling into the familiar cadence of morning training that leaves no room for softness or excuses.
This is not casual drilling, it never is.
Every member of my pack trains beyond standard expectation, advanced combat forms layered with cross-discipline sparring, wolf-on-human, human-on-wolf, endurance pushed until weakness surfaces and is burned away through repetition and refusal to quit. It is why outsiders whisper ruthless when they speak of us, why border disputes rarely escalate twice, why challenges are considere
