THIRD POV
The training grounds echoed with the sound of heavy breathing, boots pounding against packed earth, and the sharp crack of wooden practice weapons colliding.
Dust hung thick in the afternoon air, clinging to sweat-soaked skin and making every breath feel heavier than the last.
Dozens of wolves occupied the field.
Some were experienced warriors who had defended the pack for years.
Most were not.
Many of those standing in formation had never expected to spend their days on a military training ground. They were farmers, craftsmen, hunters, traders, and ordinary members of Silver Hollow who had answered the call when Jason ordered every able-bodied wolf to begin emergency combat drills.
The pack no longer had the luxury of relying only on trained soldiers.
If North Ridge atta
