Alexander:
I found Marcel in the training yard just before dusk.
He was sparring with two of the younger wolves, moving with that effortless control he always had, precise, disciplined, never wasting energy. “You will need to hold your stance, losing balance is going to tip you off in ways that will make your opponent get the best of you.”
“Yes, beta.” One of them said as Marcel helped him stand. The other stepped back, ready for the next round before they noticed me.
“Go and get some rest, we are done for the day.” I said, and they nodded, stepping back.
The young wolves looked at me and nodded before rushing past us, racing toward whatever tree they had chosen to get to first. I followed their gaze for a second before turning to the man who I had grown with. “I take it that train
