Morgan's POV

The training ground was busy the next morning. More than twenty soldiers are running drills. Equipment is being moved. The usual organised chaos that happened when a pack was trying to get itself into proper fighting shape.

I stood near the edge watching them work. Tim was beside me with a clipboard. He was making notes on who needed extra conditioning and who was ready to move up.

Lola was there too. She had come to observe the progress of the mineral operations crew. Some of them ...