SERAPHINA’S POV
The OTS headquarters was alive before the first streak of sunlight broke the sky.
The hum of voices, the scrape of boots across polished and rough stone, the scent of nerves sharp as copper in the air—all of it churned together into a current that dragged me forward.
Today marked the first day of the LST, the beginning of a series of trials that would push us to our limits, revealing how far each of us had come since stepping into OTS, and ultimately deciding the fate of the alliances and fractures among the packs watching from the stands.
I’d memorized the structure, chanted it back to myself like a mantra.
Twelve teams. Five wolves each. Nine from packs scattered across the continent—Frostbane, Cypress Vale, Seabreeze, Granite Fang, Shadow Claw, Ashveil, Duskbane, Moonfang, Bloodspire. And then, three teams from the OTS itself.
One of them was mine.
