Chapter 187

• Author's POV
• The training grounds were alive with energy—young wolves sparred, shifted, and sprinted under the morning sun, their movements fluid, disciplined. A far cry from the ragged, mistrustful rogues they had once been. Now, they moved with purpose.
• Roshan stood tall at the center of it all, his arms folded across his broad chest, golden-brown eyes sweeping over the recruits. There was strength in his stance, but also pride—earned, not inherited.