The morning sun crested over Hollow Mountain, casting golden rays on the training grounds that stretched between jagged outcroppings and the reconstructed barracks. What was once a cold, abandoned outpost had become a hive of coordinated chaos. Warriors from both the Silver Moon and Shadow Fang Packs milled about, some stretching, others half-asleep, and more than a few glaring daggers at their counterparts.

“Alright, listen up, you overgrown furballs!” Lisa’s voice cracked through the ...