(Kai)
The biting morning air, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, whipped at my face as I pushed off the ground. Ten miles. Ten miles in this brutal, unforgiving landscape. My lungs burned, my muscles screamed, but I pressed on. I'm the soon to be Lycan King, and today's training was a testament to the demands of that title.
The pack assembled, a symphony of snarls and growls echoing through the forest. Each member, a hunter, a protector, a warrior, was preparing for the trials ahead. We began, as always, with the fundamental test of endurance: running. Ten miles. Five in human form, five in our wolf form. A seemingly simple task, but one that tested our limits, our resolve, our very essence.
I watched Luna, my beautiful mate, and I watched her with admiration and protectivenes
