COLTON POV.
The air in the training yard buzzed with raw energy — the crack of fists meeting the ground, the grunt of effort, the rhythm of feet and claws on damp earth. Warriors moved in precise, brutal synchrony, the scent of sweat and wet soil thick in the air.
I stood off to the side, arms folded, watching as wolves sparred under the dull grey sky. The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the clouds still lingered, heavy, restless, like they were waiting for another reason to break.
It has been three days, but the confrontation in the office still played in my head from that day. I knew my grandfather… alpha Jonathan, didn’t want to be here. It was only out of shame for his beta’s betrayal and his pride that he chose to help us and I knew he hated me. Not just for who I was but for wha
