At dawn, the training grounds were shrouded in mist and the sharp scent of impending rain. Seren's body still ached from yesterday's exertions, but the wolf inside her demanded movement. She could feel the pull of the full moon approaching in two weeks; her first true shift under its light would be even more intense if she didn't master control now. The wild part of her stirred restlessly, eager to run, to hunt, to fight.
The triplets rotated through lessons with ruthless efficiency, balancing her intense personal training with the urgent preparations for war. Maps of the river plains and border territories covered one end of the field, marked with troop positions and potential ambush sites, while weapons racks and padded targets filled the other. The air hummed with tension, the kingdom was on the brink, and every hour counted.
