The training hall smelled of smoke, metal, and the faint tang of blood — remnants of the fight to rescue Brenna. Indigo stood near the far wall, arms crossed, surveying the room with the calm precision that had earned her the lieutenant title. Every wolf under her command moved with purpose, but her eyes kept flicking to the youngest Kincaid. Indigo’s chest tightened. She hated seeing young wolves shaken… but she hated even more how quickly Daisy had gotten under her skin.“Sit.” Indigo’s voice was low, steady, controlled — a command, not a suggestion.“Yes. Now.” Indigo’s eyes softened just enough to hint at patience, not irritation. “You’re not a danger to yourself or the pack if you stay still for thirty seconds.”Indigo’s lips twitched. Lucky, indeed. For her own safety, she reminded herself. Not that it was likely Daisy cared about that.“You’ve got spirit,” Indigo said, stepping closer, boots silent against the floor. “But today wasn’t just about Brenna. It was about you, too. Watching how you handle fear… and choice.”Indigo inclined her head, voice quiet, almost intimate. “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I like reminding wolves when they’re… reckless.” Indigo said nothing. She just let her eyes linger on Daisy — the flash of fire, the ripple of power, the unmistakable spark of something neither of them could ignore. And for the first time since the morning’s chaos, Indigo allowed herself to anticipate what would come next.