The wind howled through the forest like a beast mourning its dead. Trees swayed under the weight of a coming storm, their branches groaning as if warning the world that something dark was brewing.not just in the skies above, but in the hearts of those preparing for war.
Aria stood at the edge of the makeshift training grounds, watching the recruits as they sparred. Her arms were folded, but her eyes were sharp, calculating. Every movement they made was a piece of the puzzle she was assembling—a counter to Ronan's brutality, a rebellion forged from scars and silence.
Kael approached her from behind, his presence as grounding as it was powerful. "You're pushing them harder."
She didn't look at him as she signed. They need to be stronger than their fear.
Kael nodded slowly, his gaze drifting to the young wolves grappling in the mud. "You're not wrong. Fear won't stop Ronan. But exhaustion might."
