Chapter 153

Viona's POV

The courtyard of the Light Pack fortress was alive with sound.

Clashing steel rang out as warriors sparred. Wolves shifted mid-strike, claws raking against shields, fangs flashing in the torchlight. Elders oversaw the drills, their sharp commands cutting through the air. Smiths hammered iron into blades that gleamed beneath the rising sun, their sparks showering the cobblestones.

A month had passed since the council's decision, and the world of wolves had ...