Chapter 87

ELIZA'S POV For the past few days, I threw myself into the rigorous training of my secret army, pushing every Lycan warrior to their limits. Fifteen thousand warriors stood under my command, divided into offensive and defensive units. The offensive teams drilled relentlessly, practicing rotating assault tactics that ensured no squad ever exhausted itself completely before the next wave took over. Precision, speed, and endurance—that was the key to our victory. The defensive units, on the other hand, fortified our stronghold. Every day, we simulated different battle scenarios: ambushes, sieges, counterattacks. Every day, we perfected our movements until we knew them by memory. That morning, I watched as the warriors clashed against each other. I moved through them, correcting stances, issuing commands. “Form up!” I said as one squad faltered in their advance. “Again! If you can’t breach this formation, you’ll be dead before the battle even begins.” The warriors straightened immediately,