Alpha Triplets Claim

Chapter 42.

I sighed.

“Duty calls.”

Phera nodded.

“It always does.” She moved to the sink, her fingers deftly washing the dishes. “But remember, Damon, in between all the duties and responsibilities, take a moment for yourself. For us.”

I looked at her, struck by the profound wisdom in her words.

“I promise,” I replied.

The weight of our shared history and the hope for our future all wrapped up in those two words. The journey was far from over,

but with every passing moment, we were building towards something new, something profound.

Phera POV:

The morning sun painted a golden hue on the horizon, its warm rays cascading down, filtering through the canopy of trees and illuminating the training grounds. Today was different, I could feel it in the air, sense it in the way the wind whispered secrets, and most evidently see it in the eyes of the wolf waiting for me.

Zane stood tall, his eyes not flashing their usual mischievous spark but instead holding a certain gravity. I slowed my steps as- 1 approached him, my gaze drifting past him to the cluster of stern-looking wolves flanking him. Their faces were hardened, their eyes keenly assessing me. These weren’t just any pack members; they were the council elders or at least

representatives sent by them. My heart picked up its pace. The weight of proving myself felt heavier.

“Good morning, Phera,” Zane greeted formally, his voice void of the usual playfulness that was characteristic of our interactions.

I nodded, steeling myself.

“Zane. Elders,” I acknowledged, dipping my head in a slight bow.

I was met with silent nods of acknowledgment, their gazes unwavering. Without preamble, one of the elders, an imposing figure with silver streaks running through his dark mane, spoke

up,

“We’re here to observe, young Luna. The future of our female warriors rests in your hands, and we need to ascertain your training methods and their effectiveness.”

It wasn’t a question, and no response was expected. But the underlying challenge was clear.

I took a deep breath, ready to show them everything I had when Zane’s fingers brushed against my arm, pulling me slightly to the side. Before I could question him, he leaned in. His lips brushed against the junction of my neck and shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. His voice, barely above a

whisper yet husky with emotion, murmured,

“Good luck, my sunflower.”

Pulling back, he met my startled gaze with one that was soft yet intense. Without another word, he stepped back, joining the elders.

I took a moment, grounding myself, absorbing the encouragement and unexpected intimacy of the gesture. With newfound determination, I.turned to the gathering female warriors, ready to prove not just to the council, but to myself and everyone present that I was more than capable. I was their Luna, and they were my responsibility.

The training ground was expansive, designed meticulously to accommodate different terrains and combat scenarios. There was a sand pit for ground wrestling, several wooden dummies for target practice, and a vast open field lined with trees and obstacles. Birds sang above, their melodies lending an ironic tranquility to what was about to be a grueling session.

signaling the beginning of the training. All conversations hushed, and all eyes were fixed on me. The gravity of this moment was palpable, but I was resolute.

“Warriors,” I began, my voice echoing in the vast expanse, “Today, we won’t just train our bodies. We will hone our minds, our spirit, and above all, our unity.”

I could see the council elders from the corner of my eye, their stoic expressions hardly revealing any emotion, but I didn’t let it deter me. I continued,

“We might be outnumbered, out-powered at times, but together,- united, there’s no force on earth that can stand against us.”

With a determined nod, I beckoned the first group forward.

“Let’s begin with close combat techniques. Remember, it’s not about strength; it’s about technique, timing, and precision.”

Thehe was or circled up, mimicking my every move. Every punch, eveverydice every defensive stance was demonstrated with meneticulous attention to detail. I paired them up, instructing chahe to to practice while I moved amongst them, correcting poststresu guiding movements, and offering words of encouraregement.