[Leif's POV – Thorenvald Estate, Training Field]
I leaned against the railing, the winter air biting at my cheeks, and watched the field below.
"Hmmm… Sir Haldor really did a good job," I mumbled, as my eyes swept across the sight.
Baron Sigurd, standing at my side with his usual calm composure, gave a small nod. "Yes, my lord. After hearing the requirements you set for your knights, many young people from the villages applied. These here—" he gestured toward the field—"are the ones who passed every single test Sir Haldor demanded."
My gaze sharpened. Down below, rows of fresh-faced men and women stood in formation, their breaths steaming in the cold air, while beside them padded the magnificent forms of my Crimson Pack. Wolves and humans, side by side. Not rivals. Not predators and prey. But partners.
"And Sir Haldor himself?" I asked, eyes still fixed on the sight before me.
