Leo stepped onto the Iron Grounds, and his presence cut through the noise like a blade.

Behind him, over two hundred and fifty warriors were scattered across the vast training field.

The air was filled with the scent of sweat, disturbed ground, and the metallic tang of steel.

Dust hung in the air. Steel clashed. Wolves snarled.

Bodies moved in violent rhythm, strike, dodge, counter.

"Enough!" Leo’s voice rang out, amplified by his Beta authority.

The grounds fell silent almost instantly. All ...