Chapter 77

“Dante will be assisting me in leading these sessions,” I continued.

“He knows Silas’s tactics better than anyone, and his experience will be invaluable. Today, we’ll push ourselves, test our limits. This will be the hardest training you’ve faced, but it’s the only way we can ensure that each of us is ready.”

I caught Dante’s eye, and he nodded, stepping forward to address the pack. His calm authority was undeniable, and I could see the younger wolves, especially, looking to him with an almost reverent focus.

“Silas will use every weakness, every hesitation against us,” he said, his tone quiet but commanding.

“If we’re going to survive this, we need to be more than strong—we need to work as a single unit, to trust one another. Our survival depends on our ability to fight as one.”

His words settled over the pack, the gravity of our situation taking hold. He gave me a brief nod, and we began the first training exercise—a series of drills designed to test speed, strength, and, most importantly, teamwork.

As the drills began, I moved among the wolves, offering encouragement and advice, correcting stances, pushing them to dig deeper. The hours blurred together as I guided the pack through each exercise, watching as they strained, stumbled, and found their footing. This wasn’t just physical training; it was a forging of resilience, a breaking down of individual fears to build a collective strength.