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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED & THIRTY SEVEN

Flanagan's Pov

I stood out in the wider terrain, right in the middle; talking and gesturing to men who looked as fierce as their wolf forms. All gathered in a circle in front of me. And ready for the day's training.

I walked in front of them holding a pebble in my hand and tossing it slightly in the air; and it momentarily kissed the wind before gravity brought it back down in sharp intervals. The men watched me attentively and it pleased me. As that was the purpose of today's training. Focus.

They all rested on seats of tree stumps, chopped to size by their own hands with axes sharper than an eagles gaze. The sun was high and radiating in full force; making their bodies leak perspiration as they breathed with effort, sitting in discipline through the discomfort.

“Now men, what again is the most important thing in battle?” I asked, for the third time.

“Focus!” They boomed in unison.

Their gullets retracted from the yell as they swallowed saliva, trying to save as much water as they co
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