Chapter 77

• Callan POV
• My mouth felt dry as I looked at all the heads of the pack warriors who were now looking to me to lead them. A dull thump began to drum against my temple as a heaviness settled on my stomach.
• “Stand up. You can all go home for the day, we will begin training again tomorrow.” I declared. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” I whispered to the Minister and my mother. The warriors of the pack were leaving the field. Some of them left in the direction of the forest, but most went into the pack house to get ready for the day. I could hear the minister and my mother following behind me. I made my way into one of the private studies my grandfather used. I knew that it was safe here to speak freely. Most of the rooms were made of solid brick and stone but also soundproofed so no one could eavesdrop.