The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue across the Pack’s training grounds. Zyra stood there, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. The training ground was vast, with different sections for various types of training. There were obstacle courses, sparring rings, and weapon racks filled with swords, daggers, and bows.

Marcus stood beside her, exuding confidence and strength. He wore a tight black training outfit that showed off his muscular build. Zyra couldn't help but ...