The morning began with the sound of training echoing across the fields, spears cutting through the air, bodies moving in rhythm with their breathing, and the smell of sweat mingling with that of wet earth. Luara watched everything from the upper balcony of the pack's house, her eyes attentive to Talia's movements.

The warrior seemed even sharper than before. Every blow she struck had a purpose, a strength that came from something beyond the physical.

But what caught her attention ...