Kalilah’s POV
Now that I was healthy, I was helping out by training the kids.
“Again,” I snapped, turning my head toward the sound of shuffling feet. “You’re telegraphing every move with your shoulders.”
A young male wolf groaned. “How can you even tell? You can’t see!”
I bared my teeth in a smile he probably found unnerving. “I don’t need eyes to hear your mistakes.”
A chorus of nervous laughter rippled through the clearing.
“Enough chatter,” Mara called, stepping up beside me. Her voice softened. “Kalilah’s trying to help you survive, pups. Show some respect.”
“I’m trying,” the boy mumbled.
“Try harder,” I shot back. “Move your feet faster. If I can hear you stumbling, your enemy will too.”
A stocky female wolf stepped forward. “Why are you helping us?” she asked bluntly. “You w
