Elara

I stood there amidst the other recruits, a motley crew of young men and women, all with the same haunted look in their eyes.

They were war children, much like myself.

Before us stood the man who had been addressing us, and his visage was clear to me.

His hair was a wild, untamed mess of silver and black, long and flowing.

His piercing green eyes scanned the group, settling on me for a moment.

If I had found Alpha Kaelen intimidating, this man would have suppressed him by far.

"Welcome, recruits," his voice resonated. "I am Captain Kael. Today marks the beginning of your journey. You will be trained in combat, survival skills, to become something more than what you are."

He clapped his hands together, the sound reverberating through the area. "Let the training begin!"

We were immediately thrown into a whirlwind of activities.

We were taught basic combat techniques, how to move with speed and agility, how to use our bodies as weapons.

I struggled. My body was weak.

My hands tre