JASON
The morning training session had started like every other day.
At least, that was what I wanted to believe.
The training grounds were usually the one place where everything felt straightforward. There were no council discussions, no political arguments, and no endless questions about the future of the pack.
There was only discipline.
Only strength.
Only the expectation that every wolf standing in front of me would give everything they had.
I stood at the edge of the training field, watching the warriors move through their drills. The sound of footsteps hitting the ground, the clash of training weapons, and the sharp commands from the instructors filled the air.
For a brief moment, I allowed myself to focus on something other than the problems surrounding Silver Hollow.
It di
