Chapter 100

Betrayed by Blood

Cain stood silently at the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes were narrowed, watching as the warriors moved through their drills. They were training hard for the festival. Usually, most packs would be attacked by rogues during times like this, and Cain was nothing if not meticulous. He hated surprises and weakness even more, so the guards were training 20 hours a day. He wanted no surprises on the day of the festival.

The sound of clashing swords, the thud of feet hitting the ground, and grunts filled the air, but Cain was unfazed by the noise. His gaze was focused, calculating. Every movement, every shift in stance, he took it in, analyzing every move and mistake. Ready to step in when someone wasn't getting it right or when they were being foolish.

Beside him, Gerald's footsteps crunched against the dirt as he approached. Gerald paused next to Cain, his eyes scanning the scene with a knowing look.