Axel POV.
The clang of metal against metal sounded across the training grounds, the sound of fists pounding against punching bags a rhythmic backdrop to the focused grunts of the boys training under our watchful eyes. The sun beat down, heating the dirt beneath our boots, and the scent of sweat and effort filled the air.
I stood at the edge of the field, my arms crossed over my chest, eyes sweeping across the shirtless boys from our pack as they spared in pairs, perfecting their stances and strikes.
"Move faster," I barked at one of the younger wolves. He flinched, his eyes widening as he tried to pick up his pace. "You move like that in a fight, you're dead."
Ryder was pacing a few feet away, eyeing the trainees with the same sharp gaze, while Kade threw one of the boys to the ground
