As I paced back and forth, the cold earth beneath my boots hardened with each step, the frustration mounting steadily within me. Our ragtag army was training, preparing to face the horrors that held my beloved Aurora captive. But time was not on our side – every moment wasted on drills and sparring felt like an eternity lost while she suffered.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath as I clenched my fists, watching the warriors spar with one another. Their movements were sluggish, lacking the precision and swiftness that would be demanded of them in the looming battle. As their Alpha, it was my responsibility to ensure their readiness, yet the weight of my own impatience threatened to consume me.
"Tristan," Sebastian, my twin brother, called out from across the field. He could read me lik
