Cassian
The shouting and snarling of the fight could be heard from the training grounds as I made my way through the groups of shifted and unshifted warriors that were sparing, watching them carefully with my sharp eyes.
I was in charge of training the newly recruited warriors and also evaluating the newly shifted wolves that were interested in becoming warriors or sentinels at one point. I observed the pairs that were fighting against each other, evaluating their stance, strength, agility, technique and making notes about the best of them and also who should be working harder. My reputation as a strict and emotionless Head Warrior was very well known to all the werewolves in the pack and beyond.
I preferred it like that. If I was cold and emotionless, I couldn’t be hurt again. It was
