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The morning sun cast a warm glow through the tall, ancient trees that surrounded the Silverwolf clan's territory. In the heart of their domain stood the Wise Hall, a place where knowledge and skills were imparted to the young cubs of the pack. It was a spacious hall made of polished wood, adorned with intricate carvings depicting the history and legends of the werewolf clans. Inside, the atmosphere was bustling with excitement and anticipation. The cubs, ranging from lively pups to older adolescents, gathered in clusters with their mentors. Today was a significant day—it marked the beginning of combat training for the young ones, a decision made by Alpha Ragnar following a council meeting the night before. Lucia stood slightly apart from the other cubs, nervously adjusting her simple yet